TUMBLING TOWERS   

Out of the corners of my eye and mind

towers full of sleeping folk tumble;

wreaking havoc and violent birthings

in a chasm of utter calamity.

That 3D mortals endure, perceive

even witness aghast, breathe in the horror

 - and can survive?

Walk away, riven to shreds,

let alone with faith or hope…

 - remember children playing:

sleep?

The torment of broken parts, lost;

mind-bodies warped and shattered;

 trauma stored, in the archetypal underground,

imprinted in the collective DNA for generations -

indelibly staining the soul for all time

And again - so our history tells.

We build towers to raise us up above It All -

feel safe, be together.

Yet, they can tumble, trap us in a twinkle,

whether by hu-mind Intent, default

or by natural laws of entropy.

Finite, the lot.