The Open Space Poem by kite remedy

And I dream'd,
we fall away together,
from an approximately a thousand miles from earth,
and by the moment we reach the ground,
we'll die,
I try to catch your hands,
but it seems as though we drift away,
and from the horizon I see the sun,
it rises and we're falling down,
we are lost in this open space,
and in a moment or so,
we'll hit the ground,
so hard,
we vaporize into molecular particles,
I struggle,
I strive,
I pursue your hand in a searing sunrise's light,
so bright I'm blind,
a hypnogogic dream,
within my sleep,
it's as if I end up dying,
whatsoever,
either I die now or later,
I'm counting down,
our hands keep on overlapping,
it's beautiful,
we are the mirage in the sky,
and if I lose my sight of you,
it's no different from hitting the ground already,
so I race with the gravity,
so I pierce through the wind,
I'll catch you up,
I'll hold you firm,
and we'll fall and crush,
our embrace's unshaken,
in this neverending descent,
or when my sleep awaken.