A Place of Weightier Safety

The building hurls itself against the ground,
never gaining much, standing for its path
toward the center of the mirth. How much
is it worth to a structure to pursue ruction,
swilling suction to bind itself to the grinding
rock? Granite digested. Asphalt if the heat 
comes in hot enough. Confess not to the 
plotted clot, because all action can only 
claim to have had control in mind.