For Squire
You can't fall off a mountain
they say
but it's difficult to hold on
when the mountain
itself
is falling.
I know this rocky heap of dirt
is falling
falling into oblivion;
relative to what?
Relative to anything!
Relative to nothing!
Daniel Boone is my relative.
His life is spinning too,
I thought it was steady,
I thought it was relatively steady,
but Dan's life was just falling up
as I was falling down.
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