The Fall

At this remove
it seems clear
The star you thought
you were
was shaken
from the tree, fallen
from such a height,
dashed and bruised and
worth less
than you were before

It must hurt. This lessening,
this diminished
sense of mind. Or
is it not yet real?
Do you still
bend down from
your heavens to
squint through the
clouds at my unself?
My nonpersona?

Nevermind. Go
climb back up
the bark,
find the high
limbs that touch
the twinkle. Sink
back
into your loft.

Smile.

Like there's nothing
in this world that's
wrong.