not falling but flying

Nobody heard him, the mad man,
But still he was groaning:
I was stretching more than you thought
And not falling but flying.

Poor sod, he always liked fooling
And now he is falling
It must have been too hard for him to stick to the regular job
They said.

Oh, no no no, he was always too high anyways
(Still the mad one lay groaning)
I stretched too far all my life
And not falling but flying.

Apologies to Stevie Smith.


A sort of inverted interpretation of Stevie Smith's poem. It doesn't quite add up but still it seemed quite apt at the moment.

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