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The Gentle Fall
Your fall from grace will start in that moment when you realize your own existence
and mourn its subtle passing
the birds don’t think, they fly without asking how or when or why
wings are not designed for heavy-headed creatures like ourselves
but we can look up at the sky
and imagine noisy vessels which will transport us to foreign places
where we can go to observe, and remember the gentle fall of others
until we ourselves are released from the burden of thought
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