Hierarchy of Needs

What use is safety
When one is yet unfulfilled
Below the right depth?

These concepts dance down
The walls of a pyramid
Forming step by step

While each has its place
Which step can claim to be love?
Can the foundation?

Even the bedrock
Is but an empty expanse
Without the first stone

For what shape is love
Without another to share
Besides empty void?

So I turn away
From each offer of safety
In pursuit of love

Its depths singular
She is my only safety
So I take my aim

So we take our shots
Until friction disappears
And she can catch me

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