Ethereal Visions: The Tower Strikes

Falling, falling, falling

for an eternity down from grace.

Masked and naked you are thrust

violently from the tower.

Change has been forced upon you.

Now, down below lies community

from those who were also struck.

Fruit hangs in the sky, multicolored

and ripe for the picking.

You are not alone in this change.

There is a chance to begin again,

from the ground up into a new tower

built brick by brick with your own hands.

There is abundance in your palms,

overflowing down from a rich goblet.