Surviving Adoration

You blink the lights of my imagination
on and off again in the attic of my mind
increasingly eccentric.
What place is there for you and I?
We meet on rotten earth where the ground is unstable
You never stay for long when sinking is inevitable
It's not a question of if, only when.
So what does this change?
We will meet either way
touch
and want


and hurt 
until the ground gives way beneath us

helplessness or ambivalence

And who will be left standing
at the end of the world

Are we even deserving of survival?