poetry submission

spend our lives building these dreams
    piling up the broken pieces
        that should instead have made us whole
      always yet higher,
        until the destination lies beyond any hope of reach
        and the origin beyond conception
  this is where we set our eyes
    lest we see the depths in which we dwell
      the truth beyond the reason,
        the simple fact of its nature

call to me...
  I still long to touch something real