There were shadows off in all directions,
pushing against the hollow walls;
had I looked, I could have seen them.
One needs to listen when duty calls;
things fell down.
There were ghostly explanations,
tears left drying for me to find.
Walked too fast and stepped too slowly,
was soon outdistanced, lagged behind;
things fell down.
Where were arms when close was needed?
Where were hands when touch could have mattered?
I turned too soon, learned too late.
Where was my heart when hers was shattered?
Things fell down.
Shadows grew but I ignored them,
drawing hastily finished wasted lines.
Chances too often unattended,
too few reminders recognized too few times;
things fell down.
“Out from in behind his senses came no logic worth remembering,
or so it seemed from the mountain;
Out of excess came weakness, then precisionless dismembering;
that is how they found him.”
Out from her simple light came dark confusion,
a vengeful harpy hovering, homicidal talons extended.
Out from her history came only crippled illusion
of today with no beginning, yesterday so poorly ended
that things fell down.