Tumbling, I do not see my path.
When I fall
my only concern is
(whether or not I will die)
me, myself ... only I
My eyes.
they need to be fixed
they are having
a bitch of a time
showing me direction.
I see only pity, concern
spit.
shit.
When it's over
we've dealt with it.
Let me tumble
head over bony feet
into the pit we've
excavated by our
differences.
A hole is a hole until
a hole is filled.