this is poetry

Thursday, September 16, 2010

treasure of the moment

transitioning from one dimension to the next

feels like a small rickety plane is preparing for landing

in a pristine desert paradise

and neither reality fully exists

the rickety plane or the desert paradise

i am in between everything

i’m high in the sky, coming down for a landing

a bit shaky in a plane that has made it this far

the clear paradise is all around me

but i am still in the plane

and it has not landed yet

it could still crash and kill me

but it appears to be i’m landing safely

the sensation of picking up speed as the

ground grows larger beneath me

resembles piano concertos

kind of feels like dying

i’m  beginning to lean into it


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