strung out on leaving one leg stretched for the curb the other one grounds itself against rebirth so the swallows will stay in the barn the finches left a long time ago the fall must be oh so close i cannot exist in this circumference i keep a crippled leg on home base where i hang my crutches i m so weak and needy my knees are so weak crutches keep me from kneeling i need something i can fall back on something to relate to something to rotate to now nothing s so far away and nothing so good can ever stay now could it and i know that the stars all have names some of them just aren t as good as others some of them are just letters and numbers sometimes i forget that the smallest things can be oh so big where d you hang my crutches i m so weak i m bleeding i bleed every week crutches keep me from kneeling and there s nothing here to fall back on nothing to relate to nothing to replace you now nothing seems so far down down i ll shove my foot deeper into the ground