Strange as it seems
Like a stream that falls off a cliff, striking
Falling! I feel the cold waterfall, all that it becomes
Lost in droplets and splashes; drumming of soil I hear
In the depths, I fall
Into a forest. Ah! The smell of roots!
And a rainbow appears next.
Below fall; above forest, I let go off my soul
Causes much pain or anxiety or a dream
This dying hope, a magnificent dream
What a joke! Like a cold wind-blow!
I am lost in this fall, a turmoil
Water that is life, as it falls
A fall that is beutiful, in eyes, but blind
The fall so harsh, that sucks
The hope, the rainbow, that springs upwright
The drops disapearing into mists; moisty air
That surrounds me, that hunts me, curses me, and that punishes me
All that I live by
So much to live
So much to thrive
What a fall.
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