Just Like That.
Without warning,
you're swept over the edge of the known world.
You're falling.
Make that
free
f
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l
l
i
n
g.
Imagine the tallest waterfall on Earth: All this fluid
pouring over the lip of a sheer drop,
a thunderous roar, the vibrating thrum of unlimited power.
And you, a speck, next to invisible, seemingly suspended
in time, are dropping down the face of a virtual cliff
of rumbling liquid.
Some would use words like 'caught' or 'plunging',
but they don't quite express how insignificant
you
feel as you plummet
in a daze, head first.
T-t-t-t-t-terror grips you as dark rocks
jut
from the froth
of your worst case imaginings of what lies below,
yet your gut tells you below
is still a long
long
way down.
Can you avert dead loss,
curl your frame
in a tight knot,
protect your brain
at all cost? What good's a brain without
without
a body?
YOU ARE READING
Express, baggage and all...
PoetryObjects in the mirror are closer than they appear... Just when you think you've put something behind you for good, you look back and find it trails you like your very own comet's tail, lighting a path through the dark. Reading through these pages...
