Thursday 24 March 2011

Jump

It is far away
But it is my destination
I brace myself for it
The collision
My expectation
What will be is unknown
But I must leap
However far it is
I must reach
for the ground.

It is windy out
I am looking down
My hair is ravaged 
By the breath of the sky
Its sigh lifts my heart
My will lifts my feet
I am going now, going down
My aim is the ground.

It is like they said
It is heavy
I can’t help it
The depression
The descent
The rapid decline
I see it now
The ground
upon me
It is here
It is over
I am
Going under
Bracing for impact
Bracing for collision
Awaiting rock bottom
Sure destruction
What always would be
What suddenly shall
Here it is…
Nothing now
Nothing
Nothing

Where is it
Where is the crash, the smash, the blood, the guts
The heart, the soul, the dreams covered in dust
I never landed
I simply took off
Unable to feel my own flight
My own rise
Clouded

No ground, no landing
I took off and then
Flew forever
To places I’ve never been
I can never be
It’s just imagined
just contrived
I did fall
after all
I don't feel
I am gone
No flesh rises
This is not me at all

I can hear people crying
Wailing aloud
I look down
There it is now
The rose-coloured ground

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