In all you do

with your every day,

are you being built,

or are you being broken?


The question marks are stalagmites.

The conversation dripping.

We’ve lost all form.

You’ve lost your way.

I feel like I am sinning.

To stay with you I would be.

[I’ve got to run away.


[I’m trading in the fame for some logic.]

The punctuation fleeing.