The Fall

Falling
Falling
Passing nothing
Touching nothing
ever again
but empty space
and air
Rushing, deafening air
And the ground
eight miles down
And I know
I’m dying
Legs running
nowhere
I can’t stop them
So high
The ground so far away
A lifetime
Minutes to bear
of silent screaming
carried in the wind
Pray
To whom?
For what?
No pain?
God
Mother
Help me
I can’t stop this
No one can
A falling speck
of everything
that ever was
Beyond help
and human life
Outside
Alone
Alive but dead
My death
My death
I hear it
Intimate
Inviting
Inevitable
and close
Arousing
Naked now
as at birth
so too at death
Oh death!
I'm free.