Monday, January 3, 2022

Parachutes

The bigger they are the harder they fall.

The louder they yell, the sooner they grow hoarse.

Six ways til Sunday, falling from a point in the sky

x y axis

a parachute on my back.

Standing in the door of the plane,

like Leonardo's perfect circle,

someone yell go.

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