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I figure this to be The sanctuary Build from the ash and debris Of past storms and unhealthy tendencies A folk lore Just short of a mystery The list is infinite But the bottom of the page is clear to me I focus my point Trying to stay on target but I miss easily Dreaming of clouds and celestial cuisines, heavenly Close my eyes and jump from outer space Screaming as if it will cushion the fall from grace Tearing apart on impact, what's left? My complacency, complexity, impurities, the real me? They way down is way down How long a fall? Just way down I'll aim for that hay pile Like a middle era hero with a pale cowl (Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad reference) Falling feels like sinking The weight in my gut persist to expel itself In my panic I'm thinking "I wish gravity would give up I'm 500 feet from the pavement 15 seconds till impact If this is my dream the wings will be there And I'll soar away just before I hit the floor I close my eyes and begin to squeeze Visualizing the emergence of these beautiful wings I open my eyes I can see the cracks on the side walk and lines on the street 10 feet from the ground ready to take off then like a dream I .............(Loud Thud!!!!!!) Ouch!! -Xin-
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Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:42 PM UTC
The Plummet
I figure this to be The sanctuary Build from the ash and debris Of past storms and unhealthy tendencies A folk lore Just short of a mystery The list is infinite But the bottom of the page is clear to me I focus my point Trying to stay on target but I miss easily Dreaming of clouds and celestial cuisines, heavenly Close my eyes and jump from outer space Screaming as if it will cushion the fall from grace Tearing apart on impact, what's left? My complacency, complexity, impurities, the real me? They way down is way down How long a fall? Just way down I'll aim for that hay pile Like a middle era hero with a pale cowl (Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad reference) Falling feels like sinking The weight in my gut persist to expel itself In my panic I'm thinking "I wish gravity would give up I'm 500 feet from the pavement 15 seconds till impact If this is my dream the wings will be there And I'll soar away just before I hit the floor I close my eyes and begin to squeeze Visualizing the emergence of these beautiful wings I open my eyes I can see the cracks on the side walk and lines on the street 10 feet from the ground ready to take off then like a dream I .............(Loud Thud!!!!!!) Ouch!! -Xin-
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Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:42 PM UTC
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