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What Goes Up, Must Come Down

I have traveled
a million miles
per second.
The jittering nerves.
The wrenching to & fro.
Everything splitting apart
down the center.

The smile on my face
is cracked and flaking off.
The words spouting from my mouth
melt together.

What goes up,
must come down.
But why crashing?

And then the lull
surfaces.
Silence ties time up
into a tiny bow.

My noose.
My movement.
My search for the middle.
The in between
of it all
is forgotten-
indelibly.