tip of a
a non tactile
been tripped up
time and time before.
And one day he climbed
to the top of his tower on the tip
of that tumulus far from touch and tenderness
and, true as time can tell, he toppled on the tip of it,
tail over tit, and tripped right over it
with not a single soul to intervene and so thwart his tumble.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly