there is no uncomplicated, down in front, under this tomb's inward arches, beyond sunset and dawn i am safe from living and always falling: I claw at the empty air, i feel the nothing of your embrace, i will never plummet when there is always land to fail me. long after that otherness has been exhaled up and over horizons, ramparts, i crawl back to the recurring burial which parrots what i do, when i did