
[3] Cal
I'm falling,
like an irregular stone
dropped from the Heavens.
Gravity yanks me down,
and I know the ground -
if there is a ground -
is rushing up to meet me.
Arms flailing,
stomach turned inside out,
I fly in reverse - down.
And the wind roars,
an angry sound,
as the blood pumping in my veins
pounds, pounds.
I go down.
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