Freefall.

"Let the stars plummet to their dark abyss..."
- Nick and the Candlestick, Sylvia Plath

...

Slash, burn
Repatriate

Tell me
Where is the room
Without the lover
Troubled brother

Where is the woman
(In nude) alone, standing
Needing no man.
No other.

Give me the clarity of rain out of season
Falling bone drenched.

Give me the drive of ambition
Its meticulous strategems.

Give me death in its depths
Plunging anonymous

Give me a blood red rose
By any other name.

Let me slip left
Elusive
Next exit
Heading west.

Honest, God.
Let me rest.

...

Brought to you by another marathon work meeting.