I am amazed, the depth
these steps spire down;
of self, unchartered self
plunging down.
The sea is enormous; so
immeasurable it seems sky,
but though, like open grave-
sinks down.
Dark light, rope laddered
metaphor for journey, here
am I, correctly weary
shoeless
in the sleeping city, walking
through the gold-leaf city
stumbling over root and stone-
falling down.
