I just jumped through fifty poems and caught the ground.
I felt each one come through me
and leave again in a jolt.
There was no way I could catch them as they went,
backward and up,
flying away from me at the speed of gravity.
What is the terminal velocity of poem?
How fast can they fall?
Gotta catch them all,
Gotta catch them all.
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