Fall Up

Today, I felt a feeling
it did not go away 
under its beam I'm reeling 
as my infrastructure sways

Architecture's firm 
that change is not the air 
brick and mortar berm 
whose grounding sinks my cares

Decisions brought my mind
to nostalgias and regret
this mortar pestle grind 
stuck construction in its net 

Proportion can't remember 
that little things are small 
and thirty times September 
builds an ever upward fall