"Don't slip & fall because fire works for burning."
On my way up the ladder I wore a ripped veil to hide my expression if I fall & splatter.
"Rust your tin can & rest your feet."
At the closing of the door I felt ripped between. No not my arm ripped off but a part of my heart away from me.
"All things are salvageable if you don't like the new."
Calm whispering to my doorstep. The steps that step on me. I return home making my life history.
"If you worry too much you'll hurry too much & no one likes a hurrier because they are always passing you by."
One is one. My down is up. My up is upset. My rut is all set.