and where are we when we see it coming?
      Glass acid needles dissolved in the air
      a red flying chunk not sinking to split on the kitchen tile
      at our feet on the stage, like a tomato that brick
      reminded us of ourselves: we are fragile, bruised
      not crumbling or cracked. Together noticed horror
      like a lightning-cleaved trunk blurring through horizontal space
      we saw that force erodes through gesture
      a brick lost, no longer belonging upright, among other, 
      after taking forceful flight
      in the house with the early spring leaves
      framing the window we learn can be dangerous
      when parts of a wall come through their native class
      prove sharpness really exists
      and indoors are just outside one inch away
      so what is it now? a breaking through
      a leap or being thrown?