Falling

Falling again,
Eternal falling
Through the swirling vortex of my mind,
Past sinews of feelings,
Past racketing thoughts,
Past shadowy humans going here and there
With things to do...
I was once one of them.

Now I'm only falling,
Passing life,
Passing death,
Passing meaning;
All a senseless kaleidoscope
As I fade into terrible freedom,
With no destination...


-Skye Nightingale, 2002