Things keep falling

Things keep falling
the morning keeps falling
infinite fatigue gives way to
the standby dumb watchers
watch the water disappear

I cannot think
my head a place
from the hunks
that fall from the sky
while flocks of banners
battle on
through boiling river cries
and rocks of deserts
yet to come

a final lapse into
another following
another reapproach
a final lapse into
I do not know what
returning to another
I am not sure I want to know
an otherwise all too real
too real
instantly retrieved
over burdened
conceived in freedom
a few minutes
a life time