Holding on to an aimless cloud

By a fraying thread

Above the menacing ground,

Pocked with tunnels

–

How much longer

Until I fall untethered

Into an ancient pain,

Chained to a whisper?

–

How much longer

Until I’m flayed apart

By honest hands  

As we sink in the mire?

–

 I’m holding on

To this thoughtless dream,

Until gravity demands

My toil in the muck