The difference between jumping and falling
1.
If the edge had a view of itself
Instead of from itself,
Would it flee its own jutting,
Cuttingness by
Jumping?
I did.
I jumped into the chasm of it:
Black as a gaping mouth,
I fell into the spiraled throat.
The vagabond beauty
Became unbound from
The bondage of the ground
And,
In free fall,
The swirl of
Night and cliff
Jutted and un-jut
As it flew past my gaping
grape eyes, bulbous,
And stung by wind,
My gaping grape eyes.
Dried tear ducks
Prickled with granules of sleepy seeds
Where dreams had never fully waxed
And crusted.
2.
We were pushed from the edge,
And together, we fell
from its crest
Into the crush, the beauty
Of vaga bound nowhere
In free fall,
We held hands
And realized we were always on the edge of something:
Each other.
Our feet were always planted there,
Beautifully springing into ourselves
From the grounding of “we”
and the world had always fallen so,
rushing past us,
our stillness,
as we levitated together.
All along
the edges of our bodies
we fell from and into,
It was all love.
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