architecture

There are the corners of the cornice
(the buildings ornamental edge)
reaching up and bending
to hold the sky up

There's the fermented wheat of rye in the glass
Chemistry in a cup, spirits to bend my spirits

There's me, there's you, and the smile when I say so
and despite the noise, a melody comes through

And I wish I could stand like the building
but I know I would crumble for my heart

I am responsible
for what I've said I would do
what I've not
pictures taken
cornice creation
on the fringe
to hold up the sky