A Ceiling Dreams of A Floor

Where does the body stop?
I’m so weakened
An objects and the structure become fulfilled again
Built to begin
Descend when it can stand
Material can’t bend it falls onto itself again
Failure’s just a fraying that forms
Saving is so from hell
How the body hides it well
A soul learns its body
A building learns its soul
How will you hold onto your body?
The structure won’t let go