i'm falling
falling
falling
falling
falling
falling
falling
falling
falling
calling
you
there will be no crushing of bones
there will be no shattered pieces
there will be no crying
just falling
falling
falling
falling
falling
falling
falling
falling
falling
calling
my
self

i step into the hollow of a church
i do not hear the choir
i do not hear the pipes
i do not hear the benediction
is the pastor preaching?
i hear only the hollow of my skull
since i am given a voice to hear
why am i not given a voice to speak?
is there a pulpit for me to stand?
is there even a bench for me to sit
a cushion for me to kneel
a floor for me to fall on
a moment of peace to confess
i am dumb
but i am not deaf

must the sun rise
must the moon set
must eyes close when i pray
must my voice reach the heavens of my imagination
must i be born
to torment myself with the sickness i am born with
must i grow
to multiply the seeds of my destruction
must the sun set
must the moon rise