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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