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
the fall comes late here as i sit with pricks of insecurities salting my thoughts too sharply. the taste (its potency) blazes over every spice of life and numbs reception to all other flavors. God, ea
gently softly fixed we cry stagnant in our offering the way is blocked is fogged over by insert what you will trigger release remembrance the gaze of Light into disheveled corners where any which way
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