Falling Poem

falling

through

time

at

full

speed

we

freefall

with

the

blast

wave

ahead





of

its

own

future

so

far

ahead

it

is

the

poem

of

the

air

and

light

at





the

center

of

forever









reaching

out

to

us

infinite

tendrils

of

action

we

pull

them

into

ourselves





and

radiate

our

presences

to

like

hosts

of

allies

the

centuries

glitter





with

our

shattering

clarity









grasping

the

pillows

of

mind

rolling

over

in

beds

dreaming

of

being

awake

at





the

awakening

eyes

of

storms

the

clouds

under

our

heads

roil

us

awake

into





dreaming

of

falling

through

time

at

full

speed

we

freefall




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cameca8's picture

Clever. I may have to try one like that.