Falling through Gray

Down I go

into gray and brown.

I hit the sides

like a cradle rocked too fast.

Abrupt catastrophe.

I didn’t see this one coming,

but I felt it—

a slight rumble of an earthquake,

or the false dawn

before real light yawns

and opens the sickly day.

Just another ending.

Dappled. Down.

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