Falling,
just endlessly falling.
Afraid of the bottom,
but simultaneously knowing that
there is no end.
Falling,
as though through water or molten lava.
Wild horses running alongside
through grass like smoke;
bound to the black.
Falling.
All my hopes rushing in;
there all the time.
Infinitesimal & existential
dreams swirling; there’s no ground.
Falling;
lifting me up,
pulling me down,
tilted on an axis,
sidelong glances.
Falling,
rushing, racing, reeling,
a path crossing
a long trajectory,
a heart stopping.
Falling
momentarily &
eternally.
This rush;
yours to start, stop & collide/collude with