The ground falls away
and I am thrown into a world
where form and movement
are interchangeable.
I am born.
Made whole.
Disassembled and reformed
thousands of times a second.
–
No one ever speaks
of death in terms
of animation
but now you know
that death surges
with the same creative impulse
as life.
–
The wind cradles and cajoles
what once was my body
and what has become
in passing a mere impression.
In this place
which is neither here nor there
emotions are like birds
drifting over
the still, bloodless surfaces
of the mind.
Below, under the trespass of gravity,
emotions are like stitches,
crooked and intractable.
–
I can smell the clouds
like strips of canvas.
They are the suggestion of a kiss,
the humid breath,
a body held aloft
by a single heartbeat,
a touch that is
all presence and no pretense,
a touch so light
it passes from one body
to the other.
–
There is nothing for my hands to hold.
I am swimming and drowning
in a sea without traction or gravity.
I am a radiance,
a boat of folded newspaper,
a desiccated leaf turning circles mid-air.
I dance across a shapeless void
feeling deep and incomprehensible feelings.
My only thought bares repeating
I am free. I am free. I am free.
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