Stickle Bricks

Remember the stickle
bricks stacked higher
than the world would
allow. We teeter with
the jagged tower; its
reckless vibrance raining
on our sunshine smiles.
We were the builders
of a world unseen; dreamed
in cast iron bursts of
desire to disappear
and create another
universe. I can feel
the gentle, symmetrical
anger on my uncalloused
fingers where it repeats
and repeats as my
feats grow more absurdist
and I bite my tongue
which angles up to
the moon. We scatter
to dust among them;
sweating, panting,
defunct amidst the
madness. Remember
the stickle bricks
stacked higher than
the world could possibly
allow!

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