Clipped

it is not raining yet the sky seems like a tall waterfall bones crack under the weight of falling water if I crane my head up my eyesight get washed away as a kid drowning in a lake the sky not the water held me down the water was trying to push me up the sky turns your mind to rock just another falling rock All wings falter nuts and bolts come loose seams open despite daily inspections you begin to rattle Like when kayaking I flew over the edge of a waterfall the gravity of light-weight mountains can send you plunging yet it is in our very nature to spread tinfoil wings hope and theorize