Grounded

9262278749_861465d512_bTumbling ever downward
Floating free form
Barreling in impatient crisis
Moments of exhilaration
Tempered by terror

Racing toward…
Something unknown
Hopeful
Undefined

Will the ground rush up too soon?
Thin feathers not yet plush enough
Ardent attempts at cushioning
Betrayed by sharp edges not yet smoothed from time

Or

Will it birth itself in time?

To offer up pillowy softness
Gently enveloping skin
A softly silky heaven
Landing in lush fullness

Closer
Closer
Scared
Longing

To open my eyes
At last

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