Down

A bit like looking down on a hole in the clouds
from an aeroplane thats falling to earth,

Spotting the exit, the freedom ahead 

when you already are just to be dead,

Still, there's a peak, a small flicker

Of enthusiasm, everything's relative

and this death will have been improved

by the knowledge that there could have been a way through

But not now.

You are over.

Before you got whole.