Starry folds
Hands entwine

Lightning burns
Time unwinds

Light years ahead –
See the curves!

Love the blisters
Twinge-ing nerves

Like a stone-man
From the ground

Like a pebble
Echoing sound

Dropped from my perch –
Way up high –

Falling, twisted
Through the sky

I know not where
The falling goes

But faith, have I
To touch my toes.