Falling Down

One, two, three, four Before a record of a sunset After the fires before the Celeste Had keyed and rung her shimmy two-step And from the mountain sprung the forest Spirit wings for flight is all wound Language from a lip yet unfound The hour drowned, the leaves have sped their rounds Before the boarders ever knew ground I keep on falling down Keep on falling down Keep on falling down Solo in crept to infect As they wept and slept, then ingest Things that men prefer to forget Then peer into a glass of reflect Am I seen to all my dead kin? When death floats near, are they the ones Who shout in my ear? Confederate river ghosts come lie down Inhale the earth's breath, that's your bed now You're of hummingbird and quasar The cannonball has flown its arc now To be found by the plow Years from now Keep on falling down