The sunlight is shining the same as it was a moment ago
And the breeze hasn't shifted or changed
But you know
you know before you know
The bird song has become an amorphous fog
And the sound mimics a train through a tunnel
But you hear
you hear before you hear
Everything is caught in hardening amber
And simultaneously out-racing lightning
But you sense it
You sense it before you sense it.
A clumsy step
A loose stone
A wayward root
A careless eye
You see the world begin to rise
And the horizon begin to skew
You feel your feet forget the cliffs edge
And your mind remembering it, only too late
The Feeling of Falling.
encompassed in one heart's beat.
Soo.... Grab a root or branch or something nearby. Reading this ain't gonna keep you from hurtling down a gorge to your death. And if you're reading this on your phone, it's probably the reason why you're in this predicament. Shoot, man. Pay attention to where you're walking.
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