come what may.

glasses vibrate and frequencies, inaudible, rack my brain.

my joints quake and buckle under the pressure of sway.

the concrete summons strength from genetics, trying to hold off the inevitable collapse.

but it won't come.

there will be no collapse.

i have overcome fear and loss.

i have faced the ghosts and burned buildings to ignite the sky.

they ask me, is there peace in that?

i respond and say again, yes, the peace is there.

peace in the frailty of life.

tracks and tiers traversed, squalls and seasons survived.

not knowing is knowing enough for me.

there is grace in the midst of absence, i've seen it.

i've found it.

i know it.

there will be no collapse.