{Of all lies, art is the least untrue - Flaubert}

Thursday, May 04, 2006

The Fall

There is a beauty to see people fall
Gracefully, without succumbing, like wall

Neither yielding, nor tussling, gracious sack
Like a dip in still water, never to come back

A speck moving down slowly, to settle with more specks
No rejection, no protection, no checks

A liberal dive into nullity, with faint thump
Limbs lost on ground, all there and all dump

The fallen falls knowing there is no escape
And there is no running away from destined rape

So, the fall is enacted daily, to reject the saddle
and he descends every time he is tired to paddle

Yeh, a beautiful fall, descent into no zone
That look of acceptance, embracing the unknown

Again the time has come, to be loose, to hang in air,
And to touch the divine ground, without any despair

This is the time, the free moment of the dearest fall
He want to keep only this memory, and erase rest all.

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