Friday, April 08, 2005

Vertigo

Looking down
past my feet
past my life
a million miles
An inborn urge to let it all go
I want to defy these things that are pulling me
I want to spit in the face of gravity
I want to free fall through this life
I want to throw it
Like rough and jagged stone
And watch it hit the bottom and shatter
Still whole but now
Scattered and indefinite
Free to go where it pleases

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