i am that ivory tower you see,

distant through the mist..

hanging over an edge,

with power,

upon a precarious cliff.

i linger, it’s shrill but silent…

and my stare is persistent but quiet.

the night that surrounds me,

it begs to believe ..

my light spins around me

begging to reach..

when it storms, it

un-grounds me –

yet i still

must keep.

i still

must stand

and still be


i still must hold

the ground im on.

though violent wind

may try to cave me in

and vicious waves

slowly wear me thin..

I’ll fight –

and, you know what ?

I’ll win.


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