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Tuesday, February 13, 2007


Falling

Flying, tumbling,
going down.
Free fall, yes,
but not forever.

This is nice.
I suppose.
...It won't last forever.

Tossed out
of space time
like two rag dolls
they fall.

Say, what do you think
ruined the spell?

The spell wasn't ruined.
We're still inact,
after all.

I ment what
made us end up
up here?

Hm.
Dunno.

Eventually they
will hit bottom
and it will be
over.

How long
do you think
we have?

Fifteen minutes
at the most.
I can just identify
people now.

Let's not
waste it then,
okay?

The plummit down,
locked in a
final embrace;
quiet love
finds its end.


Love you.
Mututal.

************

Like it? The italics is Brooks and the underlined is Ikan. Yeah, this came out of nowhere. But it's my first searous poem in a while. Like it?


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