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Falling into the end of the world
alone of all my kind
the plot unspinning
as the spool unwinds
drifting ever downward
on an arcing course
a swan dive into the void
that stares back into the sky
as I trace my sinking flight
to waiting waters
a turquoise embrace
chill enough to fire my skin
setting it to blush
even as I descend into navy blue depths
falling into the end of the world
and finding my soft landing
comforted and embraced
by all the former angels
those old voices I had buried
waiting to welcome me home – Caroline A. Slee