I'd thought life without Love no life at all, And my life like a parachutist's fall Had readied-up with a silken snarl And without a parachutist's safety-pull. 5 I was dead-ready to meet the all-in-all; I had all needed: gravity and a fool. My heart never mistrusted God was cruel. On my way down to clouds, through clouds to clods, I thought how the silk weight on my belly pulled, 10 How silk and air stretched tight would make a shroud, And what an act, inordinate and proud, Living on would be -just as if allowed- Before the cruel throne and crowded face of God, My life one long fall as if dead and mourned.
From the collection "The Timid Leaper"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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