What Did I Know

thoughts stall.

hurtle from cliff.

disappear without

echo

in red-rimmed abyss

fathomless

far–

and

knowing

falters, too

–flinging

forward fast—

ricochet-ricochet-ricochet

everything

backward

a dream,

everything forward

a night terror,

building blocks

missing cornerstone–

the rain

lends

rubble

gilded meaning.