Suddenly the bottom falls out,Cellophane wings melt away under brutal radianceDownward spiral of the fallen seraphimThere is no respite for the melancholyNo exit ramp for the insaneOnly a rapid descent into unknown skiesIndifferent clouds brush byBelligerent sun taunting from aboveThe fear and pleasure cocktail is best served neatCirculation increased/consciousness waningHearts beating out a sold outContinue reading “Free Fall”