looking down

the grass grew between the toes and i stood there like ages hoping to tip over in petrification and thud to the floor so that the shockgreen blades would bend and there'd be some change of scenery...of course in a courtyard full of hardened bodies one toppled piece would leif be noticed but for me in particular relative to the happenings of my life, it would be a great thing indeed...

change of perspective and a glance up at the towering structures of the others, that's a thing to be seen in one's life--they imposing, the life from below on level with the grovellers crawling upon the earth, claustrophobic in the fear of being trampled or, understandably so, the anxiety that another will tumble to the ground out of boredom and land just on the small of your back and separate hips from torso in one clean crack