The Falling Man: photo by Richard Drew for Associated Press, Sept. 11, 2001
How fine things were in the morning of the world,
Said the jumper from the tall building, halfway down,
To himself. You must change your life. Then he woke
Into the cold dark morning that is,
Shocked by the familiar impact
Of reality, that joke that is always
On the one who attempts to tell it,
Once more having failed to change his life.
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Tom, everything your doing here is so marvelous--the image-text back-n-forth is right on, keeping tight pace between the present and internal, the always moving motion of the eye and the ear on the light of what reigns as experience.
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