Fall or Fly

Night sky, dark and specked with light

Reaches to the edge of sight

 

Push hard down against the cooling sands

Grains fall, dust from feather hands.

 

No up, no down, the world around

 No more above than underneath the ground

 

Sail or fall, spill or fly into that sky

Spun low by winds, or carried high.

 

Caught up in boundless, empty spaces

Containing everything, and all places

 

Fall, drift or fly, so fast, so slow, so far

So far, to reach the nearest star.

 

Small and still, vast and spinning

In silent heavens, where winds are singing

 

Bigger than all the world, no doubt

Yet my fingertip can put it out.

The End

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