What
makes me
look so one footed?
Is it in my
my own head?
What makes me
look so
unstable?
I see in the mirror
all the failing
but my words
only half
do me in.
others still
trust
in me
Trust in me
more than I.
What--
what
is--
what is it--
that does
me in.
The cliff I walk
is soft--
soft,
but not so
so near
near collapse,
no
I should
should be able,
in safety,
to walk.
I should not blend away,
away,
away in the crowd,
but I do.
like a brilliant
flower
that forget to set seed
in time for winter
three springs from now
not making it through
the cold.
