Pivotal - Cursive

Strung out on leaving

One leg stretched for the curb

The other one grounds itself against rebirth

So the swallows will stay in the barn

The finches left a long time ago

The fall must be oh so close

I cannot exist in this circumference

I keep a crippled leg on home base

Where I hang my crutches

I’m so weak and needy

My knees are so weak

Crutches keep me from kneeling

I need something I can fall back on

Something to relate to

Something to rotate to, now

Nothing’s so far away

And nothing so good can ever stay

Now, could it?

And I know that the stars all have names

Some of them just aren’t as good as others

Some of them are just letters and numbers

Sometimes I forget

That the smallest things can be oh so big

Where’d you hang my crutches?

I’m so weak I’m bleeding

I bleed every week

Crutches keep me from kneeling

And there’s nothing here to fall back on

Nothing to relate to

Nothing to replace you

Now, nothing seems so far down

Down, I’ll shove my foot

Deeper into the ground