Topsy

I wait upon a breath

for wings to lapse overtime

conventions, convictions

life foundations

I wear them & chisel them

What happens when the world

your world turns upside down

What trust can you place

in topsy-turvy space

Implications too heavy

to deny I composed a 

draft in my consciousness

and drift to midnight realms

Your words emblazoned

a torch that scarred the wood

I understood

for to be kind and to love

prevails the blackest of veils