TERMINAL VELOCITY AS A PAUSE

Doorstep junkie with a half spoon of a single face
Doing what looking feels like when you want to feel everything.
But simple are the little hurts that hinder
Where you go
To be Real.

Terminal velocity as a pause
making dreams weep or consequences 
dip into wishing wells that lie to people
on purpose…. where smoke is a soft screen of Home
Where the Angels you grew up with
Become the Devils You Know
That divides You from the You you Are
Tumbling out of the void with two shoes 
wishing for a step-

Beyond a Door