BRENDAN McMAHON FALL You dive into the purity of paper, all the way to the other side, curl and roll, fall. Stars count your distances. Sheer splash of such a jump can still amaze, even in recollection. Nebulae spiral to separate radiances, whorls of light. At the blink of an eye hundreds of thousands of falling children, each one composed of stardust. Back to TUT Samples Back to The Ugly Tree The Library