What Goes Up, Must Come Down

In that spark, at summit When sky is just on the way and is not the limit Like lime being squeezed out of last drop of juice As throne and king, in sweet affiliation, never in truce High up taunting the call of gravity Columbarium in tornado, reunion with plummeting abyss a true test of vitality Motivation a lambasted frugality, an eternal ignite for those who drown Is in action when what goes up starts to come down