And shall I erect my cathedral in you?
The architecture of my mind striving to find
a silence of sky blue enough to reach to.
All this jingle-jangle daily bump and bang
grinds my too-fragile-for-today bright towers down
and my feet cannot ascend the stairs and leave the ground behind.
© Christina Cairns 2005
I'm not sure about the last two lines but one. There was a temptation to write "all this jingle-jangle daily bump and grind / wears my too-fragile..." so it would neatly rhyme with find, and behind. But I think that's too neat, too cliched. I like 'almost-rhymes' so 'bang' and 'down' it is...for the moment anyway.
Hmmm...typos often present interesting possibilities. I just checked my preview and realised I'd written 'jungle-jangle'...I quite like that. I shall think on it further.....