Falling down, forever descending.
Freefalling always, completely unending.
Never, no never, does one reach the ground.
No feeling emotion, no sense of sound.
An action all-new, before never done.
Once to start, a perpetual run.
A ray is impossible, or so they say.
No thing with a start can always stay.
Forever to forever, an expanding sphere.
Constant bombardment of shock.
No Fear!
I would like this poem to go on one of those t-shirts...
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