my upfall


slow ascent up this face 

infinite surface few cracks 


wedged in don’t pull back 

stories up go unread


lose ground cry for help 

echoing sounds make music 


passed by while others fell 

now we are two on a ledge 


will you come to my upfall

you’re down when I get the call 


hanging round nowhere at all

nowhere out just up 


can’t sleep losing tracks 

in too deep we look ahead


higher we get less we breathe 

onwards with this exhausting thing


getting down will be the test 

as minds travel somewhere else


the higher we go 

the higher we get

◄ The Show

The Late Cretinous Period ►


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