POEM: The Falling

I am not the fallen,
but the falling --
he who never hit
the ground.
And you may hope to 
know my call,
but I was never
there at all.
I was sitting on the 
tower.
I was dropping to the 
ground.
I never emitted a
flash of light, 
and never emitted a
peep of sound.
I am the falling,
not the fallen.
The one who never
hit the ground. 

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