no railings in heaven
says the fine print on the
waiver

it seems reasonable when
faced with the alternative

a brick staircase and
heavy rains

a concrete tie trail
and chains

the method is revealed.
part hologram, part
floating screen, part
illusion, all trick,

walk around it until you are ready to watch it

led away from my chores
on an artery
a rooftop watch
collects samples
of dusk

scraping rust
in a tight curl

and i blew past all that
i said
receding

sense memory
can become
dense
cumbersome

and it is
when framed

a front of breath
pushes across the air
up here

sky at eye level
shoes off

effectively floating

to silence
some are moved

to silence
some know not
to say

some barriers are thicker than others
but all light pushes the same work
day after day

anything that remains of your doings
is a message to anyone that sees it
so be concise

a small wick, too useful,
can only be ignored for so long
a large chaos moves with no center
and only has to be endured

and what of the heart that has no tear
ample room and time to spare

if no light gets in, who can say
they haven’t found a better way