down in the well, to coin a phrase
i used to drop a hint or two
light to dark words fell to vanish
musty ol' mossy green to begin

colors bright at first then quickly
darken all around to echos down
where all is black and silent cool
welcome after the blaze of the world

thoughts drop wordlessly to unknown
bottoms without phrase or syntax
just weightless falling...falling
at velocities vanishing point

away or toward, no matter, sensing
the odd lifting feeling of falling
is the wind rushing by the thought,
or the thoughts flying by the wind?

behind...above toward the light
seems heavenward tunnel receding
will i splash into you hard or softly
splayed in all directions like a crown
when i get to the bottom of this

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-12