All paths lead to isolation

Gravity
- point one: sure, metaphysical poet,
light as a cup of tea
unbearable to me.
I live here too, you know.

Grave
When they bury
Me
You come too
(gratuitous concrete shoe)

Gravel
Backfill and put me to stand
straight and secure.
Counting now:
for I, too, rage stoutly
against my bricken bounds

Unravel
Do I pass the test?
In your “too late”
Perhaps
Was I just as you?