A leaf sways helplessly on the branch that breaks. Disappointment is but a splash of tiny dots across the sky, choreographing sadness on the lapels of the great abyss. I shrivel. My bones are connected to the earth, and the earth to the fallen fruits on the ground that seek out the heavens in vain. No one knows where to set their gaze, scattered grace fading into the impossible. I collapse. And reach in.