I'd say no II

You’re not the ground I walk on
You won’t prevent my fall.
You’re not the earth I’d worship:
                           Unsteady,
                            above
                               all…

You’re torn   ap     art     by (earth)quakes
                 
                        You    c  r  a  c  k     and      spl     it      and                 e
                                                                                                    r    a
                                                                                                 b          k.

You’re not the m
                          a
                          s
                          t        I’d cling to,   your ‘strength’  so  f  r  a  i  l  and fake.
                             You’re not the sky that pours
                                                                                        life-giving summer rain.
                            |   /
You’re not the      -sun-     that    b  r  i  g  h  t  e  n  s
                         /   |   
                                                   my        twilight-painted lane.

         Your  edges  hide in darkness


                                 Your       r             
                                                        i            s           are
                                                              b                                                                  
                                                b       
                                                     r               n
                                                         o      e
                                                l             k
                                                      a                 s.
                                                             t     h

             Your arms I can’t hold on to,
                                                         Your eyes are            dead     paths. .  .
                                                                                         e
                                                                                         n
                                                                                         d

You               s             t               r              e             t               c               h
From end                                                                                           to end of
                                      This  universe  of  mine.


       And though you swing beneath me
                                        I’m
                                                   f-                               -g
                                                        -o l-              -i n-
                                                                 -low-

                                                                 your
                                                   l-                                 -e.
                                                             -i-          -n-

  
        You give me  no                          d
                                                         i
                                                         r    
                                                         e
                                       d   i   r   e   c   t   i   o   n   s     
                                                         t
                                                         i
                                                         o
                                                         n
                                                         s         

                               A road I’d never choose
But on your imperfections
                                 My grip will never loose.



                                                  ---

                      You’re not</u> the ground I walk on…
                                                                              _{More like a flying ridge…
                                                                                                            But simply. .  .}


                                                            My world just
                                                                  Has
  
                                                                no

                                                                bottom


                                                                    And


                                                              you’re  




                                                                _ _ _





                                                                  my




                                                               rope-knit









                                                               bridge.