already fallen

And again
I found myself hanging stars
in the sky,
asking passers-by
for help
with the ropes and pulleys
(it's all ropes and pulleys).
Hastily running from
rope to rope,
trying to sustain the illusion,
that these stars
are worth reaching for,
avoiding
(for the moment)
the dreadful feeling
forming in the pit of my stomach
that
we've already fallen.