devious in its deflections
deftly stepping aside
out of the path of an oncoming pain
Holding my breath
Will I make it past?
through over out beyond the insurmountable
implacable, impervious unavoidable fact of it
The elephant in the room.
Its going nowhere.
It can't be tiptoed round forever.
Footprints in the butter
grief gravity greaving grave grevious
I sense my mind returning to it
compulsively instinctively tonguing the cavity
probing the depth of pain
exploring the enormous shape and dimensions of absence
veer away, swerve
can't go there yet
the mind shuts down
refuses the fence
Don't stop to think
keep moving, don't look down
Balance depends on speed