From wells bottom; and of tears,
and dying must be ever so alike,
and falling into the last aeroplane.
Grab at your chest the zipper rips,
that cloud that spills out is freedom,
and it is not there, and free to fall,
and a life time to stirke the ground.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wells-and-bottoms/
