don't crumble, or move like a ship on a salty sea
this is the end. where the wall juts out and the outcry
is dulled by dead leaves scratching up the sidewalk
-singing. "for just today for just today, we will roll
like weeds right down the road" and the sky falls out
of place like a pinwheel. I am not going to hold this weight
you will not be my destruction. (please don't eat my
destruction, just say it with me) if ships on a salty sea
can, then I guess I can too.