The Fall

We like to assume
this is an abyss.
Whether love
or servitude,

we see ourselves pushed backward,
tumbling,
tumbling,

gone.

For then, we shrug,
whatever
splatter
we make

cannot be
our fault.

So we

lean

into the slip.
We

romanticize
the

fall.

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