Falling
Falling, falling, falling
abyss blankets me
a dreadful sensation
vast open space
yonder
beyond the realm
of imagination
falling without wingspan
weightless
no wings
no plumage
drifting on the wind
of divinity
slips into pockets of nothingness
ice cold
colorless
void of color
global sphere ejects
falls out
heart plummets swiftly
drops to the seat of the soul
an imaginary latch releases
the ground
beneath
my bare feet
cushions me
then
gives way
... falling.
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