#talkingworks
Stand arboreally tall,
present a strength,
represent stability,
provide a safe place,
wide-branched sanctuary,
hold rooted principles,
speak truth to power,
til the hour you break and tumble,
your fingers thumbs
and your heart falling
numbed
senses bent, thoughts fraying,
tattered threads evasive,
the very idea of existence,
position,
self,
buckles
Far-sightedness retracts,
a fancy contra-zoom,
Hitchcockian,
eyes locked on your two feet,
tip-toes edged up
against your own precipice,
your own private void
We all feel this
sooner or later,
but its ridiculous melodrama
stills our tongues to tell,
til we’re left believing
we’re the only losers facing hell
To speak is strong,
to cry courageous,
to panic and dread next steps, next breaths,
is human
I pledge to listen, ask for the same
and beg that next time
we keep shooting the breeze
until the ledge fades
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:18 AM UTC