Were it not for you

Were it not for you

I would be content

throwing sky 

beneath my feet

whilst attempting 

to solve the sea

and my words

would be whispered only

against the voice of the wind

And always

I would listen

and sometimes 

take in a little too much

and feed it on my thoughts

just to watch

the little pieces of me

separate at a high speed

and float off into the air

where they can do no harm

For there is now dissension

in my old sense of direction

and I can no longer walk on ceilings

even with my eyes shut tight

which you have deemed a good thing, right?

because this way up,

I am unlikely to be

adversely affected by too much

blood flow to my head

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[asdarkeyesclose]

'throwing sky
beneath my feet'

i liked the way you played with imagery in this, offcentre and with unexpected twists and turns, sometimes we don't need reason, we just need poetry :)