consolation

You are not my dream come true
You are my solid ground
Without you I will sink
To take my place amongst the stones
Unearthed and displaced
To make room for wonders
I can never build nor shape

You set me in the foundations
of structures
my rolling away
would make crumble
Though I be condemned to a corner
And will never stand alone
I hold structures that may yet soar

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