Real faith is
knowing
in our deep
bones
that through
unseen space
we are
forever
free —
falling.
Feel each moment
precious
in this necessary
descent,
stay unbraced unrivened
as we open to these givens
saddle-sore and lusty,
four horsemen down/
wards galloping, our fate
dusty nonetheless:
gravity, dirt, delight,
and final
disappearance.
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