Flat on the floor

Where the body is in constant dispute

With its downward boundaries

At the pinnacle of collapse

The result

By itself

No questions in this mutual embrace

A solid companion

Still as a diamond

Will hold under a sobbing wave

Under deep, calm, clear exhales

Catch any fall

Lay by any criminal or crusader

A keeper of the organs,

With tiny fists to grasp each individual quivering cell

No judgment in this eternal cradle

The perpetual comfort of this perpetual mediator

A lasting cohort

When the living shift and sway

And emotion spills down, collecting and pooling

With static, refueling,

On the floor