Ambiguity

Delicate carvings so loose, unstable

In a world toppling over itself

Falling freely from a table

A table made of everything we ever felt

Carvings shatter against jagged ground

Pieces that took so long to make

And what from it can be found?

What will we finally cause to wake?

When we stop and look around

What did we have? What did we brake?

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