the night before he dreamt he was walking down a wide flight of unmarredmarble steps 

he had no sense of where he had been immediately prior 

the stone felt cool through his leather solesfelt solemn belonged to an edifice 

unable to resistfeeling exuberant playful he descended themcrosscut them at an angle

                                                                                             they didnt feel inanimate    

descending into dappled shade cast by a grove of sycamores he felt shivers in the rock as he steppedSUDDENLYSUDDENLY tipped  disoriented

                                                        involuntarily his eyes snappedshut attempting to stave off a rising percolationdizziness  bile gathered at the back of his throat

he sighed  WAIT he didnt sigh   it sounded ancientnot in a long time uttered not in a very longlong time  cloaked in relief 

     then his sickness fled

he worked to reorient  tears blurred his vision he wiped them away with the heels of his hand

he lookedhe stood on an impossible shelf  to his left a wall towered  gingerly he approached the edge  sheer cliff  hundreds of feet to next shelf  toes at its edge he could feel a chilly updraft

                                                                                 looking left right   flat bare rock

seemed to run endlessly

SUDDENLYSUDDENLY he was exceptionally small 

                                                          the scale was perverse or comparatively he simply realised in the realm of all things he always had been 

                                            all things were taking him to task

left

right

he flipped a coin 

  maybe he could walkout

                                wouldnt know until he tried

      insignificance   tough to swallow

AM-ish,  Twosday,  7  6. 22

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