The anchor pulls my foot
      and in the ground I catch the next
    chain. So lightly step between the traps
    just stop beside the Crane.
You'll find the wings are big enough for two
    so why stay grounded-
    ground will stay with you but weight
       will fall away.  
(tornadoes always spin- it's in the eye
    we find the still but still walls spin, Avast.)

Say, cage to free
  my faint and flighty
heartbeat. Lungs breathe light
to sink a little faster towards the floor.

The ocean floods, a space of crawling
  doors and frames, since which, have shattered
   all the window pains I smashed with slavely
  Mirror hatred.