Friday, February 13, 2015

Before the jump

Water moves at a regular speed
unless you are above it,
High from the bridge
the river seemed to skip a beat
for every trace of heart I ignored

I decided to exit on a night like this,
balmy, sweet, short
I, the dramatic mask of saints and sinners
turned my head to the sunrise, turned my face
to bright colors and song
between my two arms and lungs
I harbored darkness,
docked ships and parrot feathers
looked down on the sail to engulf me,
curious, I glanced upwards-
a beaming star caught me by the eye
before i fell,
before I made the jump
since then I just look upwards.

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