October 20th meeting, poem from Mike from prompt from Janet
Fall
ive been falling thru time
im in a neubulous zone - maybe an episode of star trek - i see streaks of oranges n browns n smells of capfires n smores passing along thru the atmosphere
i cant figure out how to cushion the landing
i just keep falling n as they say
its not the fall that kills u
its the sudden stop
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