Fall

That part.

That part to be taken away

On this most wondrous journey,

Drawn in terrifying shades

That capture the vividness,

As this cathedral cracks open

In window forms of broken

Light, breaking free in neon

Opulence, as a glow –

gone

radiance.

Madness mostly expands

In statuesque,

Standing still, to appear

to be healed.

That part.

Awakens something

that stirred

in

signaled

Vacancies,

Signaling

Vacantly,

In structures

Of moons breaking bad

In

Wavelength forms

Into

The senses,

Condensed

In formulations

of

Recompense.

That part.

Speaking sweetly

Serenely –

Deeply,

Like depths

of

Tears

That step

through

fears

In

Edges of ledges

To

Let fall

That

which

will

Fall