Poet's Fall

A passing passage,

Poets fall,

The clear cool water

Gushing, rushing;

Life-blood ever-flowing

Through a body of souls,

Ears closed,


Ebb of life and miracles;

Paint the scene of whispers,

Told, sang, of that time

Falling from the treetops,

Earth’s greatest knowledge,

Earth’s evolution:



True holidays

And memories are held,

Like hearts,

San untouchable,

Falling, pouring;

A return to the base,

Constant steps

Are dripping…


And the motion of the passage,

Or upon a balcony,

Always a balcony,

That fear of changing,


Words as large as the sea:

Poet’s Fall.

The End

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