skyfall

please tell me that beneath it all
there is something
something
a meaning superimposed over
guiding it all subtly
like the curve of the earth
or the sleight of hand
pull of magnets
i would like to believe
that we are not running
the whole show.

sometimes when i sleep
when i fall
and the words give up trying
and lie their laid claims aside
sometimes
everything settles back into
its skin-

the stars madly drifting
out of their sockets
and the flat of the bed
tilts wildly upending

-but everything settles back
into its skin

and even if the sky should fall
there's a place for it to
settle in

there's a place even for skies
to settle in

you can't tell me
that it all will come through
i can hear it
in your voice
but still
the whole show unrun
or run wild
will still have its curtains
falling down to the
stage.