"The All in Your Head Fall"

Sitting. Remembering.
Planning. Slumped.

All flashes before me,
sepia memory
of muddy, motley
garments
from the
long, long rumbling fall.

Tattered. Words.
Climbing. Internal.

Exit door had been granted,
with a returned sore, hanging heart,
from an initial exposure, pure.

Downed. Face.
Landing.

Seeming.

Eternal.

12/26/12