On Devil’s head with Devil’s push
and fall from Heaven’s gate-
into a world
so bright              so cold
acceleration out of frail control
no one to catch her fall
besides Asphalt
no hand to hold
besides her own
so long my garden,
the tears are spilt.


and yet
  the sun’s so bright today,
and yet
  the leaves do dance today,
I know the gate has closed for me
and yet
  I feel content today.