Fingers crossed,
We stand at the edge
Of existence.
Poised to leap,
We lean to peer,
As if two inches
Would reveal our destiny.
Fate is blind,
So we hold together
What might be our last.
My heart forgets rhythm,
My feet feign friction,
And my mind vacates,
The beautiful absence
of meaning before time.
Air intrudes my lungs,
And halts.
A gradual tilt lowers us
to the end's beginning.
Our descent has begun.
I lose sense of motion;
Sensations blend.
A myriad of mobility,
Summarized into
such simple sounds:
We fall.
Directionless, muddled,
Stymied attempts to retreat,
To take back,
To return things
to the way they were.
I recognize the fear,
And I smile.
This is what we wanted.
This is what was
meant to be.
Knowing not the destination,
Knowing not the journey,
Knowing not the motivation,
We travel onward.
We do not look back,
Because there's no such thing.
We are forging a path
as we go.
Pioneers, in territory
we create.
Unrivaled excitement encircles me.
This is my set.
I know my lines.
The cast contains
familiar friends.
The time is now.
We are here,
to start the show.
And I am born again.