Literature
falling
follow me as I sink,
past plumes
and washed up clothing,
hung upon wires
endless
pale blue,
perhaps several shades whiter
and just a few things
that linger and flow
across this dome stretched,
to reach far away
from you and I
now the earth
this ground,
hues darker than what we have seen, above
seems a small distance away from home
getting closer
and even closer still
with every fall,
with every step
as we
sink
towards it,
learning to not f
