silently falling into the abyss crying and fighting against the wind that hollers through my ears and rips apart the boundaries and the obstacles and the terror of fear and fear and fear

spacing into lines of rigged hopeful teasing strength aligned with the deception of love and bitterness and hope and not knowing what is real and what is fantasy but knowing what is fantasy and what is real trying to see that life is more than the blocks that build us in that we can climb out and see past the fields and the rocks and the rivers and the seas and the mountains give me serenity give me agility find in me the treasure map to the sailboats and the pilgrims and the literatures of feeble able hope 

delving into the greatness of what can only be hoped for 

knowing that i have hope

it is in me

and it will stop or drive the fall or the rise or the falling rise or the rising fall or timetime time timetime time timetime time timetime time