Feet all too solid on the ground,
and looking up makes me dizzy.
But to not look up through the worldly web, through the twisted intertwining threads of confusion and oppositional tyranny
means that I have given up on reaching the blue—heaven haven.
It means I have despaired of anything beyond the chaos, the dark spindly hope that wraps itself snuggly around halting breaths of prayer,
and looks up,
looks to the hint of forever just past the carnal canopy.
Apronhead 