#51 words, like origami moths, flutter then fall into the unknown

i feel like i'm flinging armloads of syllables, words and letters over the side of a cliff i lean over the edge and watch them flutter and drift away like mute little hawks or paper moths is anyone below, caught in this downpour of admissions secrets and confessions are they collecting these as they fall piecing them together out of order, making up some different story or is it all in vain and me the fool tossing it into the wind only to have it all blown back in my face bhagiti 7.9.07 perrysburg, oh