When Worlds Collapse
Falling into places, into
mazes of loud but hidden
hopes, where none but the
stars can interpret.
Falling without instrument,
turning a common colour.
Falling into wounds
that cannot grow wings or
struggle toward the sun.
these places, no places to name with
every prison I pass, every touch
of newness in the flame of falling.
in the oblivion of falling.
in the birth of falling,
falling, for once, upright,
absent of fear.
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Novelmasters” July 2015
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