Jump
Off a cliff, in what they call ‘the chair of death’
A knife to the thread holding life in its hands
Staggering atop the peak of highest lands
Calm before the storm, as the air dries up
Hands are invisibly tied and tucked away
Man overboard in one swift motion of sweep
Understated gives way to whole ignorance
Trivial in how unprepared for the coming
Fallen to momentum, propelling through
Diving, gliding, jumping, faith in leaps
Beauty in every direction, as far as directed
Skies felt on fingertips and humane gush
Numb in the mind but never succumb to
Clouded trails left behind in a secret spiral
Flying is easier than walking one more step
Uncontrolled yells of great joy echo afar
The world is touching every ounce full
Wholehearted and undeniable freedom
Free at long last as life is passing by fast
No define moments to account memory
Downward could have come and gone already
The blink of an eye would deny fruitful fate
Shave off years the bark has held until now
The cliff laughs behind the back of God
Jump so the bungee cord can go back up
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