Through the gap between
coffee and breakfast
a small raw pain.
There was enough time, in the free fall,
for a walk across a wasteland behind a glass pane
under the sky unlit and white;
for a book or two (some quite voluminous);
for many wise advices and a self-harm
just to probe.
In the free fall, it
shot through several palms,
burnt through more than one bed sheet,
tore through various safety nets,
the small raw pain