egg shell
white
am i

plane high up in air
thrown
wind blown
astray tricked to sway

withoutside
wings
have i
found

my land marks are all parted
little spots beats blind
i have plenty of remedies
while reminiscing 'round memories

sound
town of sand

egg shells
scattered

broken surface and life grew up
leaves unfolded and colors rose

i picked up my shoes
before

i walked away
from what got broken
on the ebony floors

i am sure
certainty
is fragile