Structure

Once I was the egg
that would not break
though the fist would squeeze
and squeeze

Once I was the arch
that would not fall
though the weight above
pressed down

But now a tiny crack opens in the egg
beneath a focused point of impact
and a pebble falls from the arch
as the keystone crumbles to sand

The cracks spread, the keystone shifts
the quivering gel beneath the shell
the soul that rests beneath the arch
resist and tremble