Like Leaves, I Fall (Though I do not Decay)



What is it, this time,
Crawling up your spine,
Using the backs of your
Rib-cage as rungs?
Every step,
A sharper breath,
Until it reaches your heart;
Finally learning the color
Of your blood.

There are so many white rooms,
So many ways to tumble across
White marble floors,
Towards a white light that
Offers much less clarity
Than you felt guaranteed before.

This is an end
Not the.

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