The habit of the fall

Falling is that

not so strange habit

that

I cycle through

so often that it seems

comfortable.

Maybe I should cry

help or just wait

but

this place of nothingness

of tired repeats

of dead history

is unbearable.

Would you break

this habit?

A bit in my teeth

would be nice.

Better a horse than a free spirit

for the breath keeps on floating down.

Down the fall, yes that tired repeat

it comes with no respite to the sink

I know I ignore you

but could you just

love and breakthrough?

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