so far so good - but today the kind of angst hit me that hasn't for a while.
seems like elevation's gone too far, and it's always the splash, and nothing else,
that can bring me back to the ground.
"cause falling's not the problem, whem i'm falling i'm at peace,
it's only when i hit the ground that causes all the grief"
not afraid of winter and bitter desolution anymore;
all the earthquakes happen unexpectedly, at the time when nothing suggests harm:
spring is the season that renders me scared for my life
