The Fall

The letters still feel solid. Not better, just the lid.
If you knew change, like earth shifting, the range
of collapsing infrastructure is called attraction.

Anyway, the rubble keeps things away from a blue sky.
Just put a sign on top. She is 'Love'. But, I am
so transient. And quick. Majestic.

Next, the sun comes out to burrow into thick clouds.
Who is proud of this new light snapping in the brain?
In the end, shadows covered the details of the fall.