The Circle of Falling

I’m spinning,

I can’t get off my high of dizziness.

The clouds aren’t so far away. Can I reach for it?

The words drawn out, said, flow with the wind in a soft indulging sound.

I lean and listen deeply into them, twirling into an imagination only fairytales live in.

Those eyes dagger mine, piercing through my thick heart in two.

The breath I long for passionately reaches my face and I fall.

I fall in the infernal region I once escaped.

Stuck in the slimy offensive, vulgar touch I seemed to love.

Although thus doesn’t see the wrong because once we were one.

Once we were one. Two people one? Us one?



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