By Thomas Kinsella
I was falling helpless in a shower of waste,
reaching my arms out toward the others
falling in disorder everywhere around me.
At the last instant,
approaching the surface,
the fall slowed suddenly,
and we were all
unconcerned,
regarding one another in approval.
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