never let on
that you near believe
as they would have you do
they do
(o the verbal mercury drop)
or they'll catch hold of
your delicate frame
clinging all eager
till you’re cast out (the too unshipshape
too sweatsharp or the sweetness
on the turn)
for show then
for wholly gone
There's only one side any more: outside.
ReplyDeleteThe delicate frame, vulnerable always.
You can feel it all about, the weight from above, the pressure drop.
That pressure does seem to be flattening out everything.
ReplyDelete"There's only one side any more: outside." This is true, and the only hearths are virtual.