a little here
a something there
I land on my feet
and much before that
I am gone
through a well planned design
am stopped midway
by an intrusion
sometimes a finger
touches the sun and burns
sometimes the toe nail scrapes the ground
and it tickles.
what itself thrived only a second
took more from me to endure
stranded between thoughts
like a trapeze
the world i see
holds on to what it saw
easy as it was indeed
the sky and the earth
and the space in the middle
are mine
to throw thoughts at
and wriggle through them:
a something there
I land on my feet
and much before that
I am gone
through a well planned design
am stopped midway
by an intrusion
sometimes a finger
touches the sun and burns
sometimes the toe nail scrapes the ground
and it tickles.
what itself thrived only a second
took more from me to endure
stranded between thoughts
like a trapeze
the world i see
holds on to what it saw
easy as it was indeed
the sky and the earth
and the space in the middle
are mine
to throw thoughts at
and wriggle through them:
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