sky

Once upon a time
I sat as a wall
between
this and that
poor and rich
you and me
and as far as I could see
you were okay
(or not)
by me.

Then my bricks
took a great fall
and I tried to be a wall
but all I could see was sky
I
sat scattered
and none of it mattered
not east or west
worst or best
stay or go
cuz I was whole.

Yet all the King's what-nots
kept trying to fix me
to fit me
into their
false or true
red or blue
wrong or fair
but I'm not there
I'm out here where
the chairs
are stars
forgive me y'all
but I think we all
have saved seats?
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But I still climb down
and start to sort
between
nice and mean
old and green
found and lost
but it somehow costs me
some loss
to theorize
or eulogize
and I realize
in my eyes
you really are okay.
And I don't want to be put back together again.