Feeling
that you are going to collapse
and not rise again
for any one
or any reason
is not as bad
as actually collapsing,
it’s worse.  Once you’re down
all expectations are eased;
till then

you are at the mercy of 
the gravity
you keep denying
as you struggle against it,
and how alluring
the sweet fall
into utter disrepair 
or complete ruin
becomes.

Shine, then,
meteor,
if you become
resigned to the fall:
shine, like a son
of heaven,
all the way down.