Slipping base
Give me...
Railings, beams, handles, ropes,
that straw that broke that poor camel’s back;
Or even glass or crack
Anything, something that
I can cling to or grasp
Or inhale in my desperation.
Step inside my world. Read the stories I have to tell. At the end of it all, tell me, if they are real, or really, just plain dreams of the dark night.