Sonder

Promises and threats

Change places at the threshold

Which we meander/stride across

You'll know and be known

You'll never die or see death

You are not alone

Each their own corner

Guaranteed from whence we stand

In this tightrope web

Switch turns on and off

For neither will see its end 

Nor state cease changing

Awake and aware

Of each life's complexity 

The old/new wineskin(s) burst(s)

On the return trip

Like breadcrumbs (red)wine stains stone(red)

Each drop worth its price 

For the lights fade out 

As the wineskin is emptied

Step by step to sleep....

"It must fit for each

Or I will be here again."

Claimed by sleeping tongues.