Falling up requires towering imagination,
like a very long book read backwards,
one printed with reverse pagination.
What if rain fell upwards?
I can see it clearly, how about you?
If so, how would a rainbow assemble,
perhaps as the brightest horseshoe?
I know some folks must think it quite stupid,
but those same folks think love comes from Cupid.
Niagara Falls would have to flow up, not down
but your own falls wouldn’t lead to a frown.
I say, falling up, it’s the new falling down.
What about physical laws, you might say?
Ignore them, they’ll just float away.
And those dreams, hopes and wishes
which today flit off as they may,
will fall back to your heart, where they’ll stay.
Gravity?
Schmavity.
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