Life’s margin

The sky is falling
It always has  
I didn’t realize  
Till it hit my hands  
 
The blue swirling about me  
I drown in its depth  
Losing my body, myself  
At least what’s left
 
The pain of it anchors me  
Staking me into the ground  
I must withstand  
 
Still clouds left  
Puffy and white  
Selfish to leave  
So many insight  
 
So like atlas I rest  
Screaming in unruly acrimony  
Persisting nonetheless  
 
The ground fractures  
The dark threatening to consume  
As the blue grows and the clouds confess  
 
The blue recedes  
With deed left done  
The statue gone west  
As the evanescence of life’s margin is passed