Here it is
The last time I write
The last poem
My last words

Here I am
Arms outstretched
Cradled in gravity’s arms
Like a child
In utero

So much paper at hand
Never a working pen

Terminal velocity
On my skin

Weightlessness
In my hair

This is it
The last time
I write
My last poem
The last time
I speak
My last words

No one will see
No one will hear
No one will know
The meaning of me
Until I am no one
Forever anymore

Here it is
Here I am
Arms outstretched
Ready for anything

One moment
From impact

One impact
From life

~ Jason Brain, 2013

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