What does it sound like to be
Condemned to death, still breathing?
What does it seem like to be
Dissembling soul's honesty?
Suzuki, Pascal had a sense
Of the absurdity of this
Effort to assess salvation.
We're in the courtyard, on the ship
Peering at scaffolding's carpentry,
Exquisitely edged horizon,
As if we could surpass it and fall.
None will fall. None will be left at all.