eternal fall 

if i stretch out my arms -- 
will i fly?
but if i am already falling -- 
am i only slowing the decent?

i've yet to feel ground:
maybe there is none?
there is an end to every flight --
when you tire, you land.

so this must be a fall -- 
an eternal fall.
maybe, though, i'll get unlucky : 
hit the ground unexpectedly.

my thoughts should
 not drift that way.
for, when they do --

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limited flight 

the end has become so clear.
unexpectedly, unwanted --
but, oh, as sweet as wine.

what is the point
of taking a sip --
if i am only to crash
after it is down my throat?

i should've thought;
should've considerer;
before i stretched 
out my arms --
that there is an end;
even to eternity.

blood trickles down
the spike that was at 
the bottom.
i thought i was flying --
but it ended too short.
turned out to be
a limited flight.

crimson, flow down;
trickle, trickle down -- 
mix with the earth;
trickle, trickle down.

---mindie bolce