how I dwelled in delicate torture and ended up a smiling and delightful human being:

I carried that torch
you saw me carrying that torch
that torch, how I carried it
from Olympus to Olympus
that flame, never dwindling
as columns of stone underneath me
fell into ruins
we share our doubts
don't we
how do we persist
block upon block
in tiny apartments
with scared cats
scuttling under beds for shelter
crouching
beneath my cerulean heart
can you hear those mythological mountains
crumbling
skies and bodies
skies and bodies
how familiar it sounds
to my clear blue cerulean heart