Bill Dogterom

Coming to the
hard edge
a wall marking
end

Finding the
wall is
moving out
at a pace
that is
breathtaking

Flying as
fast as we
can we still
can not
keep up
with height
on the rise

Down
down
down
as far below
as can be
imagined
touching down

Finding down
is sinking away
so fast that
we can not
fall fast
enough to
keep down

Pursuing east
‘til it
becomes
west
North
‘til it
becomes
south

And still . . .
still . . .
still . . .
more!