Fall

Descend Much prettier than the f word I descend from the position that I know is better A thought to cascade to a point in the name of (the l word)... in order to romanticise a decision Surely I can be at grace and (the l word) from afar The Lord does it...or does He? Do I have to give myself away in order to feel the proximity of a moment... recall it endlessly...as it tortures my conscious To be sucked into a reality so familiar only to be moving to impurity Let me subside and land into my comfort zone.. wherever that is!