Falling

Falling falling falling
like a rolling stone
in a breeze by a lake
falling to the ground
smitten and aware
unfolding the curls
of ear lobes of flesh

opening
regaining self
letting go
to grasp once more

tired as a state of mind

playing to play
feeling to be felt
calling out a name

fearing and wanting
to be heard

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