I climb a high roof; and I get thrown off the edge
I fall, I finish, & bury myself.
Then I walk away to the edge of the precipice.
And I fly down the cliff.
as a draft lifts me against gravity's will,
I see for the first time
the essence of so many lifetimes,
descending through the axis of time
A building on a cliff on top of another.
I can just go on jumping out to the endless bottom
this innate knowledge may not necessarily be
A shared understanding nor will it become.
But it gives me peace.
to know how indestructible i am
Even in the stillness
where gravity will win.
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