falling watching the earths details grow larger
these eyes grow wide and weary failing to conjure up the soft fluff of a cloud
a time where a man is proud speaking loudly to a crowd,
a tall red wood towers among the podium
making this blush symposium claustrophobic

a quick 'whisp' of wind takes this faller plunging towards the sea,
making him look deeply into water

Hope recedes to the endless needs
of a heart that beats blood that bleeds
pleading upon the grains of sand
outstretched a hand grasps at
thin air

prepared to pull
at nothing