Coming to the
hard edge
a wall marking
end
Finding the
wall is
moving out
at a pace
that is
breathtaking
Flying as
fast as we
can we still
can not
keep up
with height
on the rise
Down
down
down
as far below
as can be
imagined
touching down
Finding down
is sinking away
so fast that
we can not
fall fast
enough to
keep down
Pursuing east
‘til it
becomes
west
North
‘til it
becomes
south
And still . . .
still . . .
still . . .
more!
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