What happened?
It is obvious
She stood on an ice cube to hang herself
And it- that which granted her release- melted as well
Isn't it appropriate that in order to be free from this world
We have to do it with the aid, permission
Of something solid "real"
Hanging requires rope, and something with which to propel yourself
Jumping, that beautiful suspended moment of free-fall,
Can't finish the job without the impact
In order to escape the unreal
You must find an anchor
Which is what you've been looking for all along
You must hit something real
Isn't that what we are all questing for?
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
What happened?
It is obvious
She stood on an ice cube to hang herself
And it- that which granted her release- melted as well
Isn't it appropriate that in order to be free from this world
We have to do it with the aid, permission
Of something solid "real"
Hanging requires rope, and something with which to propel yourself
Jumping, that beautiful suspended moment of free-fall,
Can't finish the job without the impact
In order to escape the unreal
You must find an anchor
Which is what you've been looking for all along
You must hit something real
Isn't that what we are all questing for?
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