it's best if there is a feeling of loft,
a space above your feet that nears the stars
and a distance no greater than a breath from you to yours.
movement shakes the seas loose.
we collided like clouds in whalesong and
my raw heart cried with the joy of a lifetime of sorrow.
to be lifted away from the weight of gravity, I am,
for a moment,
suspended in release.
a smile urges itself forward and before another hard step comes
there is a melting.
the floor greets me like a sky
and I fall without fear.
I fall without an ending.
I fall, in a circle of swift possibles and plush surprises,
into the next moment of
my life.
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