do you wonder
when you look across
that chasm

at the delicious life
the playful to accompany
the wrapping the double

do you not wonder
it might be better
to be
where the chasm's
a stream

in the marsh
the sucking graves
of the armies
of free action
the child me found

i built this city
here
myself
it was the only place

it's falling down now
the damp degrades fine structure
like stars stretch

a rope and a rocket
i wonder

would the rope be tied
would i trust the tied
could i cross