How in life we are
hurtled, as through the air.  We
at times on a dangerous trajectory.  Unable to
pause or
slow the movement of time
the unfolding of circumstance
before us. We reach out our arms
as though to gather up the sky
pull at the clouds to slow the fall
our velocity.
We grip and reach for the stars
seek out the light we need to see
where upon the grid of the world
we will land
pockmark the earth with our
crashing.

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