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