The Very Least
I'm rebuilding my life.
This house of cards grows higher,
Spiraling spires up into Skye.
Always-
Over greatness looms clouded instability.
Doom will reign.
Powerful winds whip around striking towers
But Viking showers are nothing to run from-
A conundrum:
It's always the butterfly breeze,
The kind that trees tease,
That destroys everything.
At least in ruins I have nothing to lose.
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