Tuesday, June 19, 2018


The cosmos never catches
Us when we fall, but we fall
Anyway, and some of us
Grow addicted to falling,

Always hoping to be caught,
To be gently caught,
Given mercy, and cared for.

All right, I confess,
I am one of those addicts.
However hardly I am,
I am hardly ever not

Swooning the whole mess of me
Into the arms of the world.
There are no arms of the world.

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