by stepladder skies, i rise,
intrigued as silver sighs expose the
geysers of ice.
they steam-scream with release
and i visualise suspension
in freedomsong flight.
in a timeless second i nose-dive,
expel air and share my body
with the ground.
scissor-like, i sever,
and let hips thrust as needs must
come willfully unbound.
David Bowie and the Importance of Failure...
8 years ago
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