Sometimes, for lack of better subconscious material -
We don't dream. We simply fall.
THE FALL.
It always seems so explanatory,
"I fell," I think to myself.
Naturally, it happens all the time.
But how did I fall?
And from where?
Of course, who ever answers?
We simply wake up, suddenly.
Jolted awake by an impact imagined.
Then we begin walking.
A series of measured, controlled
Almost-falls, quickly caught by the next.
We live that way.
We "fall" in love.
More of life is spent falling,
It would seem, than standing.
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