Rough Landings (with apologies to W J Turner)

You can only fall so far before the
     Ground
       Stops you dead,
Sprawl on the floor and stare
               At the dust bunnies,
                   Who peer out from shadowed
            Lairs;
Terminal velocity ain’t the cause,
     It’s acute deceleration that gives
        you pause
To ruminate on the lack of positive flow,
            From one anode to another,
Losing your electrons is a bitch;
Chemistry was never my strong suit,
            Biology leaves me cold and hot
   And Geography always fails to
                        find me,
                         In the right spot;

The horizon curves forever flat and grey,
      Freefalling and waiting
        to hit the earth; 
                Dysthymia and dysphoria,
                   You have stolen my heart
                        away.