the limits of elasticity.

moon crow delirious

coming up for air,

fighting survival

is not suicide

but another, darker place.

cracked land scares me

with its back breaking

potential, and even elastic

has its limits.

it is a landscape

of other stories

outside of my window

where joining in

is metered out

so as to avoid suspicion.

there are gaping holes

that require covering,

pending rationalisations

that grow teeth

over time.

in laying it all

at my feet

the ground becomes

unsteady.