Parachuting
Enough was long ago,years have rolled
and I am older
facing my reflection,
if I think,
it will be too much.
But I do it anyway,
backwards I go
free falling
parachute opening wide
thoughts hanging
waiting longer
to jump the synaptic gap.
But today is alright,
vaguely dangling reflections
blur into the mundane
this time I don't crash land,
think on....
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2015-03-26 at 00:40
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