I once met the most magical, miraculous, marauding man.
a man of subtle poise, electric grace, rife with potential in endless tomorrows.
who dazzled with quiet explosions,
and collected astonishment in blinks of his winking eyes.
a man who carried the meaning that makes me shake in the creases over his brow like so many feathers resting in a pillow.
a man who knew things beyond what I know,
and told me about them in short flashes of shocking nonchalance.
for one fierce moment I became brave enough to ask-
what is there, over the edge, after you fall off? down in the deep space that you can't see from a safe distance - once you summon your courage and go. what is there to be claimed?
the man smiled. his eyes glimmered. it made the creases sharpen above his brow-
more edges for falling off.
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thislifethislifethislife – existing is an epic event with too much magnitude.
