that anyone was watching
I knew you were on the way
I wondered how long it would be
until you appeared
falling before there was
any knowledge of falling
falling with no way of knowing
without why or where
pure falling
what is it
like
even from here
I can tell for an instant
it is not like anything
the color of air
but not air
nor like air
the color of leaves and their shadows
passing through them as though
they were not there
color of the sight of an eye
moving across the eye but
not remembering it
color of light at this moment
but not light
color of going
as it goes
color of not knowing
as it went
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