I am a broken piece
Fraudulent in twine
The indelicate knot
Purposed and shined
As a lighthouse in a meadow
Misplaced and strange
Overlooked and exhausting
I've no questions yet
Stilled upon the high water lines
True smears of stain
Pressed for comfort
Nearer the base
A dry branch without soil
No legs nor mind
Young, studying the stars
I am placed besides, within my grasp as I spin.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 1:42 PM UTC
I am a broken piece
Fraudulent in twine
The indelicate knot
Purposed and shined
As a lighthouse in a meadow
Misplaced and strange
Overlooked and exhausting
I've no questions yet
Stilled upon the high water lines
True smears of stain
Pressed for comfort
Nearer the base
A dry branch without soil
No legs nor mind
Young, studying the stars
I am placed besides, within my grasp as I spin.