falling
falling
like the rain
back to them
into myself
hair in my face
in my mouth
whistles by my ears
wet by rain
and I fall
down
down
where
nobody will find me
in the perplexity
of my mind
alone
and trapped
descend
as
free
as
myself

I like both the power and sense of movement in this poem.
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