Inward Falling

What makes us this

A spot of dust

This mouldy rot and view we

Trust

Silver ash that fades to daylight

Through the night

We fall to fright

Spotless names of purest love

This is what we’re made for

Dove

I know not why I am this tall

This brilliant mass

Of everything

I know not why I fall

I fall

I know not why the sky

That’s all

We speak of words we cannot say

I cannot speak of why they lay

They lay down nightly and

Discover

Who we are

We kill each other

Whispering

To each of us

Ashes to ashes

Dust to

Dust

Gabriel Michael Selwyn Francis

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