the fall

 And then it was my sudden collapse into the black .  My shoulders spread apart as I took flight and my nose went to the windward side of the end.   I lie on purpose, sweetly at home in the comfort of my own blood until the red light came on as I calmly watched the vultures circling above me.  I don't feel a thing I thought, as a tiny prick opened up into my backside.   It must of been an hour, but they said 6 minutes till the angels assumed my flight path to make the repairs.  As we rushed into the blue and bumped over the clouds I thought back to when I was a child.  My right wing and my back is broken I figured, but I am back at the beginning so it didn't make a difference.  How is it ever possible I can make it back to her then?  I have dearly departed, but now realize that I cannot kiss her anymore.  She is worlds away from me and I have all senses to remember that I won't taste her again.  I am overcome inside, as I realize I won't be flooded by the vanilla perfume of her redwoods.  I am vast and far, but my fall...