nowhere to Go but Down

Last night
i scaled
a tower

being built
as I
went up
in its
elevator.

when
the door
opened

it revealed
a single-tile
floor,

leaving
space for
two feet.

a passenger
in the lift,

remarked
Anxiously,

“this
building
is made
entirely
of books,

how unsafe.”

the other

[testing
the tile
with a
foot]

Depressingly
warned,

“if you
distribute
your weight
wrong,

it
and you
will
surely

fall.”

i stepped
out onto
the textual
platform

leaned
backward

and
free fell
face-up.

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I am bird, these are my words.

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