From a box
up in the stratosphere,
or down below my pier,
I slip, and start falling.
Like the steel petal of a metallic rose
hits the ground - a bomb, but a silent bomb,
Like the molten gold sea hits a shore of diamond,
Like a light bulb sun hits the horizon
and shatters into a million
little pieces, i hit the ground.
I hit the ground,
but the ground does not brake my fall,
and i keep falling
and i never stop.
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