This man says
all in the forest fall up.
I want to fall up,
but how to get there?

A terrible yellow ceiling of sky
dampens all my fuses.
If I can’t fall up,
can I tell you how down is?

Pride drives me.
She uses trinkets of activities
that show I am clever,
but she defiles my soul,
draws me in every time.

Maybe this time it’s okay
to feel magic in my steps,
but I’m tainted by yellow.
I have nowhere to fall.