Everything falls
on top of everything else
in the waystation
of our shattered consciousness,
building pressure
and adding weight
where a sane person
would shrug
and go about the day
as though uncompromised
by circumstance and accumulation–
aware of the fact,
ignoring it for progress
[or so they say].
Those opening lines are fantastic: “Everything falls / on top of everything else”. I think often times we think of falling as a fall into a void, but in many cases the fall topples onto other things and often makes them fall as well. A really interesting post.
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