Longfall

Nine hundred and ninety nine miles of falling,

Yet the inadequacy remains appalling.

Perching myself so high

Is to set the stage for a climax

Preceded by arrogance and pride.

The clock ticks, I’ve paid my tax.

Turning midnight,

Wash my sin away with the tide

Of gravity, reciprocity in disguise.

One thousand miles of falling.

I fall beyond a light.

It reaches out, it’s my calling,

But auspicious it may be,

It’s insidious, out of sight.

Shun it away, hide all emotion.

Bury it in away

In the ocean

Of regrets.

One thousand and one miles of falling.

A light shines once more.

I can’t reach it, like it hides behind a door.

Is this the gore

Of my potential?

Or the floor

Of my descent?

I ponder, gazing of up that great white crescent.

How I’d love to hit the ground

Composed of my mistakes compound.

Alas, that peace grows farther.

How I’d yearn for that resounding splatter,

As my tower of glass begins to shatter.

I’m aware of my mistakes,

Lucid in my crimes,

My fall slows, it begins to reverse

Despite straying so far from the paradigms.

For those lights’ sakes

I must try

Just one more goddamn time.

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