Risking nothing but
the height of my own
amazement, I cling to brass
railings in a glass elevator,
as sure of the security
of cables as I am of
the fall.
Adam was teased
by a tree of knowledge.
I am pleased with the
reasoning that what
comes down, must
go up.
Being of sound mind,
I rise above myself repeatedly
because I am wise enough
to let myself down
easily over and over
again.
This is how I elevate
myself to new levels,
approaching each landing
as if it were a promotion.
If you pay attention to
the architecture of ideas,
you can blast through the
roof of a midrise and tower
over where you were before
you had a mind to ride
rather than take
the stairs.
It's all in your head.
There are many
floors up there.
