The Great Collapse

Bricks crumbled beneath me
It seems no matter the foundation
The wolf will blow it down

Long from the Cave, I see with
Brighter eyes and a softer mind
The lives I've lived like past skins
Molted in the warmth of the sunshine

Rarely speaking, constantly thinking
I am a garden with blooming fruits
and crisp vegetables,
Hidden underneath locked doors
and secret chambers.

I am the moon in the midnight
I watch the children dream
and the adults worry
and the in-betweens cry.

And yet, the moon sets
and the gardens grow dormant
and the sun abandons the earth
and the great collapse begins again

Long from the Cave, I wonder
just how far a walk it would be.