Just as I saw myself falling from the sky,
nodding to the noble apple with aching eyes,
betrayed by the hands that she trusted,
I realised that I only had to see the Earth hurtling towards me if I held my eyes open,
and so,
they shut.
Apple, close to my chest,
pain, passing me by in the racing wind,
and my dreams,
shooting over my shoulders like wings.
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