"And why do we fall, Master Bruce?"

"Why do we fall Master Bruce?"

"weeping is cast"

Wishing well, fell, feel, I thought I had it under wraps,
This time, tossed in, hat ring, matador, matador,
All my bull
Shit here we are again, a single to left, missed the perfect game
And why do we play? Why do we play? Cast down.

Carnal, Val, party, er, "hi how's it going?" i.e. flames.
The inevitible. Cast die. Samson's destiny "Deli-
ghted to meet you," (because the thought of falling excites me...
Roller coasters, base jumping, skydiving,)
Masque mirror, it's just that feeling of freefall, that losing control,
Pegged the other pitcher to throw the perfect game, cast arm,
Because I couldn't take the flames. "What's it
like in New York City? I've never kissed someone like you."

Blame it on the atom, the random chance, "simple math"
the choice, the gravity, the falling, Eve with her
apple, as if we had a choice. Gored, the fatal wound
As if I could do things
different yet, it was always my choice,
knowing good (sunsets and morality).
No excuses, I do exist. I act. (take the fall for the foul)
Disenchanted.
"And why do we fall Master Bruce?"
"If there's no winning this war tonight, I was wondering..."
About the wages, the wages unpaid,
Who's checking the balances?
How much is too much for grace?

"Thought I was a good man
And fell short of my standards
And what am left with?"
Simple math
"And my first taste of freedom."

I am to ask forgiveness
("cross my arms across my chest,
this is not a gift I cannot accept, though
I appreciate the sentiment")

I am to ask forgiveness,
And the clay will speak to the potter thus,
"Yes, why thus?"
Do I not have that right?
If you would call me to account for my crimes.
I'll break a few more windows, just to see
things in this light.
"the truth cannot be fractioned."

I've heard the falling
points to a savior who
job done, still, must somehow show up,
and I must be convinced, and yet, unconvinced enough
To make the choice.
It's a hard sell.
Why do we fall?
So you can rescue us?
It was always my choice. And yet,
I was going to fall anyway.
Superhero God, author and actor
in the play, how is it so?
You must save me, (no you musn't, your
sovreign choices of pottery) you must save the
good ones (who is good?), you must save the ones
who believe (and who believes?). Help my unbelief.

Here I am, fallen.
Rescue me?
Thoughts aside, I'm still hoping, still praying,
like I did when I started,
That you'll save me from myself.
My addictions
That I don't know how to overcome.


All fall.
So we can learn...what?
Emptiness? Being without? Contrast?
Or perhaps, just so exists the possibility of
cosmic love, yes, "I know I'll find you there."
When I fall, I look up, but this time I don't feel you anymore,
Pharoah hardened his heart,
Can I press through, how long?
If joy is with the morning,
how long will it be in coming?

I'll leave the details to you.

If I could raise the sun,
If I could pick myself up,
I would've done it a long time ago.

And yet, there's no sense staying here
In stains and self-flagellation,
my dramatically staged tragedy.

Steps forward on knees,
Pilgrims hoping,
We fall down and
you'll show up.