cracks in the facade
break easily these days.
tiny quakes trigger the debris
falling
foundations shift
roof tiles cascade down
and shatter into society’s path
sorry for the disruption
must needs repair
before desperation tumbles
everything all down
down
down
just a gesture
lifts the gutter back into position
gravity the weighing of objects the weight of thoughts unstrung like dust in the moonlight carrying on unbound for chance at matter mattering to matter to be
waded to wait wayward we fly past tall buildings of water of living light we know them feel them are them but do not know them as our own we turn obligatory circles whispers reach us and we learn
amongst the ferns we wicker and scare yearning for the little finger chance to pay us mind our due but overdue is our submission to grace of abundance our invitation to everlasting the times of coming