The Sight of Falling As we rise nobody is there to see us As we fall nobody there to catch us Our world is spreading Dividing Melting We are not there to watch it fall beneath us What will happen when our bubbles pop We will look And we will grasp We will see And we will know The sight of falling A tornado of rejoicing A cyclone of reconciliation As we get back up on our feet Despite the colossal quake As we rise and rise and rise We will fall all over again Art print by Andr