Light in Heavy Faces

Bounces bound
up and down
the training and the track.
Given time and little rhymes
the poet piles a stack.

More than none 
a boundary
the wall the wall the wall
pray that play might breeze the day
and break the old cliche. 

Idiom and might be swords
that's the way to dual
one and two and never more
until dividers fall.

Grab the mortuary table
spin it round the room
and know: this is us
when we go where we go
embrace embrace embrace.