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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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