Tuesday, April 5, 2016

declension


picking up speed
as gravity grabs
I'm a rock
rolling down
a declension

world spinning by
wind whistles, I
blurred rush of
adrenaline
and momentum

so hurtled I, forward
onward
downward
smashed upon ground
unforgiving

this time, slow going
but upward
sweet savored
from singular to plural
declension in ascension

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