Fingertip to warm doorknob, glittery sunlight spilling in,
Weightless and lost, where is my best friend?
You gasp for air on the cool ground,
I’ve no choice but to turn around,
Achy limbs to pillow top,
Even when falling up, there is a drop,
Heaven is motion, Hell, is stand still,
Dynamic, don’t panic, it’s all God’s will.
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