don't look

don't stop don't stand
and stare while the turning
turns - it becomes clear
and the brown comes down
gone the glitter the silver
grey the gold run

and you feel your feet sore
and your heart breaks
at the muck and the
rakes, the dirty leaves dirty
soles, the frosty words
the poison steeps

don't stop and stare don't
stand and look there - the
brown comes down to
and the blue is gone

but the circle is all there is
it goes on and on
the rungs fitting easy
the feet the useful
tread the groove worn
in skin - stay on it
stay in
and don't look down
The Teetering Woman
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