My wind is caught
in the sail of my throat
propelling me up
instead of over


Toes trace on edge
crumbling rocks to dust 
dancing between 
there and not


Abyss below looming
like the darkness of oceans
creeping ever farther 
from hazing view


Clouds tickling fingers 
daring my trembling arms to fly
caressing body upward 
releasing my heavy


My heart lifts eager
pain drops through stomach 
kicked out of feet
and plummeting 


Gliding on the air
my soul at home dreaming
ever loving ethereal 
its realms beyond 


The nothing I move
through is moving through me
trailing after ephemeral
winking existence

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