For MS – To Fall Now

To fall now would be something.
To plummet into the sky like an eagle
In the glories of the hunt; it’s wing
A crescent under the sun. To fall
Now would be a marvel, like death
Screaming out of the blue, awaiting
The tiny shards of life flying apart.
To fall now would be a homecoming
An April shower on trees both alien
And alike: where fear is the falling
And love is the spike.

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