A Larmed

Give me something
real or not it does
not matter any more
than it did before
or less still needs
consistent things
to keep meandering
through a precipice
through a cavern
just big enough to
walk through
but still to small
to run away
we've wasted legs
we've wasted toes
we're stuck in hell
wrapped in its throes
 we mixed up now
the message; blended
into a capsule
easily digested
does it mean less
than it did before?
I think it does
but no one knows.
we're always just
on the brink but
not there yet
no, no, not quite.
the next page
always brings comfort
until you find
they're glued together
they're all glued
every one
even the one
you're reading from
how'd you make
sense of the message
when you can't
even sound out
the syllables?