Above the Fall

i come in peace,
bearing ruin by the cageful
and under the unequilibrium
of its influence,
i drop what i have, again
before the skeletal propwork
of a dead skyline

i die where i always do
in the shadows
of the same failed geometry
in the same movement, incapable
of going anywhere, but wrong
because direction and distance
don't exist above the fall

it's here, where our eyes meet
though you've never noticed,
it's here that i wait for you
invisible, in the twang and tension
of this earth rigging
and the feeble hoax of its gravity

and it's here, i destroy
what's left of the fluid ghost
that holds your place
in the waking world,
here, because something in there
remembers winding up the universe

and compressing energies
deep within the dream mortar,
remembers that it's here
we forgot, so loved the world
that we let the death of our dreams
break our days into numbers

we remember, like water remembers
being vapor and steam,
being ice at the edge of the comet
and all the undiscovered
material states between,
none so at peace as we are now
contented, bearing ruin at our core