Lord, I can’t reach.
My arms wrench from burning sockets,
My head spins and the world before my eyes is
They are falling
Down down down
I don’t wonder where they’re falling to–
Falling in their sleep,
The shrieking wind of plummeting doesn’t even wake them
As it geysers up nostrils and insists on open eyelids.
So s t r e t c h e d
Bones could pierce through my skin and jet out to them like ammunition,
To catch to catch to catch!
Lord, I can’t reach!
Lord, I can’t can’t can’t-