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The Final Fall
I fell down
The space is narrowing down on me
I have nothing left to do
No more options, no ways out
I can't get out of this place
The walls are closing in
I tumble, I fade

Morning rises
Body is dead
I'm free in the plains
My mother is in happiness,
She swallows me whole,
Puts her arms around me,
The roots never let me go.
This is my final resting place.

 2008 David Greg Harth