Loneliness

by Columbine

Some plummet clumsily, as though pushed
Flopping and bruising themselves against the bored stone
Flailing pointing fingers in no direction.

Some swan-dive swooping luminescent contrails
Whirling and sputtering, spewing whistling tracers
Casting split-second shadows like magnesium starfish.

All fall.

All fall down.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

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