The intact

Fall and falter

Fade and collapse,

Then take to the wreckage

To find the intact.

The tread

Take to the carpet
Feel the weight of the tread;
Of the thousands of footsteps
That marry the dead.

Expectations counted on fingers and thumbs,
Of a million lost souls,
At home with their sums
Calculating the entrance of something so grand
Plotting the demise in the palm of a hand.

If it's all in the show
Then what of this parade?
If fame is light
Cast glory in the shade.

The edge

What is it that continues the chase,

That keeps the scene stirring

That sets this pace?

What does it mean to drop off the edge

To create a new order,

And reach for the ledge?

If it is brave

To abandon the reel,

Will it bear fruit

When we unravel its peel?