Nothing to hold onto,
the castle crumbling,
narrow a ledge, heavy the stone, cracking
walls and the mind hunts
for where to land
and it leaps to worry, no,
Fear projected onward, forever, helplessly.
Alone, like this, a sore eating away flesh-
and not real.
Grasping does haunt,
bite in and seep out, a rising fever.
it is a snarling shadow dog.
solid, alive, and watch the demolition-
you’ve brought about the Fall,
soak up its awesome, fleeting