Falling

here we are

and i'm like falling

except there is

no blackout

from the speed

only the descent

no fear in

the lungs just clear

air whistling

by my ears

filling me up

with the drum

beat of my blood

just this white light

illuminating for my eyes

what's at hand

and no earth

below with its hard

thoughts about

how floating

together should stop

with its immovable

opinions of stone

about how matters

of the heart

should end