Must I look below
Mildewy timbers
Staves
my feet are
perched on
Able to bear
my
weight with non-protest
And yet I am
I am the tumbled down
Where I can't
hit them
Glory,
thy stillness was at first mistaken By disfavored wives like you
To doubt, to scold, and tongue,
and content Hurts and flog in places where no one can
Encounter it to
fall
From false favors, failures, and untruths
Never knowing,
never knowing is in the know
From false favors,
failures, and untruths From false favors,
failures, and untruths