having slipped through the land
last night, here, through
this clay stuff found under feet
i wondered at my mouth
forgetting the words to speak
and realize we are blind
and none can hear
what i say in the anyway
including me.
so i gave over to falling
until i could fall no more
and sat unexpectant down
there in the below
waiting for the dark sun days
to call me back up, out
and forth, but only
if what is when might be
falling
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13 responses to “falling”
This is a powerful and haunting piece. It captures a profound sense of disorientation, silence, and surrender—a fall into the “clay stuff” of the self and the earth, waiting for a renewal that is uncertain. The feeling of being lost in one’s own mouth, blind and unheard, is deeply resonant. A beautiful, raw glimpse into a moment of existential transition.
Thank you 🙏🏼
I’m glad you found this to your liking. Much appreciated.
Great piece, Michael. This evokes the transient nature of being, of searching, hopeful but with realistic pessimism.
If you don’t expect too much, you might not be disappointed.
Thanks Chris.
My sentiments entirely.
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There’s a lot to be said to just letting it all fall. That last line brings hope. But I feel the struggle is necessary first.
I have lots of experience with the struggling part 🙂
Me too.
Come on back up Michael! We’ll listen to your words here🙂
I’m used to shouting into the void 😂
It’s nice here. And they have cookies.
Mmmm cookies
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