Falling
Down through blackness
into dusty subterranean
tracks where trains race.
Silver rods speed through dream
stations transforming tunnels
with bolts of blue white sparks.
Falling
On a steel car looking out my
window. How many times will
this bullet train spin off rail?
How many times must I ride
that dark horse called nightmare?
in air off course tumbling down.
Falling
Dangling on thick utility cables
over edge, through trees into lights
crashing fast against buildings.
Now flying through space.
Careening in pitch black night,
my silver train shattering glass.
Tumbling through time
As today falls into tomorrow and we feel beaten down by that relentless clock then let us remember we have not truly fallen but our low whispers and loud voices will be heard echoing in the dust.
When days spill over as quick as mercury counting each minute across this moist blackness of night now almost finished searching for you as you are searching for me tumbling through time.
We are not forgotten nor truly fallen as memories moan past us in the tumbling of time as we search through darkness down into that velvet night where all our thoughts unravel.
Trance-like tracing and retracing small footprints unraveling thoughts following us while our days become a blur through this waking sleep tumbling in then out of this world as we cross velvet nights.
Again and again yet now again we hope to be remembered and lifted up as we search that enigma of time as it tumbles so quickly and we find some lost promise in seasons unraveling before us.
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