and bounce

i climbed down along
the black paint peeling off
the escape from any-fifth floor
but this was almost different
almost rhythm, rhyme, reason and

i climbed down sweating
the rust reddening my hands
peeling off in iron-grit from
the escape from any-third floor
but this was exactly the same
almost rhythm, rhyme, reason and

i climbed down screaming
the fire lapping at my sun-blonde hair
stinking of burnt and charred
the escape from any-next floor
but this was almost different
exactly rhythm, rhyme, reason

and bounce