¹⁵     When he leans into his house of silken threads for support,
        it won’t hold;
    Though his arms grab to steady him,
        it will break—he will fall and never get back up.
¹⁶     Still the godless appears to be a hardy plant,
        thriving in full sun, sending his shoots across the garden.
¹⁷     The roots twine and grip the stone heap
        and search for a home among the rocks.