Either a parachute will open
Or it won’t.
But I’m falling,
Through
Rain-soaked air.
Through ghost clouds
And time zones
At the speed of foolishness.
It is the year zero
And I am crazy for you.
When I hit earth,
the constellations fall into your lap.
Time begins.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
Either a parachute will open
Or it won’t.
But I’m falling,
Through
Rain-soaked air.
Through ghost clouds
And time zones
At the speed of foolishness.
It is the year zero
And I am crazy for you.
When I hit earth,
the constellations fall into your lap.
Time begins.
