depths down
                                             unnecessary

to humane purposes

you'd be surprised

innovation of techniques
and breaking with stresses
in the droning voice

you'd be surprised

when it collapses
all we can do is to get out
you'd be surprised how quickly it happens

& must happen

afterwards, others, perhaps we,
perceive sadness? and, maybe, some beauty
at the uneventful surface

holding up that which has been
undermined - medium strong,
dangerous   permanently -

that echo
in some places we can go
past proof   from certainty

gaps where they shouldn't be
empty pockets   memory fusing
the great pressure pushed by accumulating knowledge

backed up, flooded clarity in the dark
squirts rain distortions into wide air
so that one flies -

as detritus and birds
towards   curve away from straight line of
horizon
         beak babble slogans          folding creaking

wing creases in broken crumble
rock crack
split seed

fire of bell heather in hot August