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Seesaw Palace
I'm tired of playing,
yet home is no option
neither is it a lever
to reach for the skies from
Smooth grains of sand
tickle toes that are
constantly curled
braced
against the sharp jabs of glass
hidden under the good bouts
Others come to play
in this playground
some come to prey
few come to watch over
and guard
like time washed statues
once staunch warriors
now decaying ornaments
over forgotten tombs
impotent against fate
against a horn tapped dry of luck
aplenty no more
I'm tired of playing
yet home is no option
neither is it a lever
to reach for the skies from
As Polaris shines with all its might
to catch up with the rising sun
I bend my knees and push hard
for another round on this old ride
Maybe this time, I will find my
fulcrum.
Published 11th Mar 2012
| Edited 19th May 2012
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