Again the spade is a spade.
Walled up in an ash filled room.
Broken, warped, unplayable.
The record set.
Expectation is high.
High above this god damned skyscraper.
Once upon a time
The setting was a park in a village.
Trees trimmed.
Paths cleaned.
The chilled smell of foliage in the early morning.
Sun rise; immanent.
Now I see it.
Bodies of water.
Shallow.
Peeks and valleys.
Smooth.
The rocky hide of stubborn earth
The careless surface of a timid planet.
No ocean is truly deep.
No mountain truly high.
The Fall; immanent. .
The setting is that stubborn stone.
That careless surface.
The greatest leap.
Faith and blurred vision.
Sometimes you die.
Other times you wake up.
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