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Mar 2013
It's just like walking on air.
Easy at first, easier still,
if you get the running start-
legs racing and your arms pumping-
for just one more inch of distance,
but then physics kicks in
and you fall.
You fall slowly cause
the air here is viscous
and sadistic and
lets you drink in the moment
for hours-
that turn into days-
that turn into weeks;
just long enough that
you forget that you are falling,
you forget that sudden silence
as you fell from the unseen bridge
like a pin twirling in air.
Then you hit the ground
and-
there's a bounce and a twinkling sound
as life leaves the body.
The pin then stops in rest.
Xavier
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