FALLING THROUGH A VULNERABLE STRING OF LIVE

I am a fall
Falling towards the end, the paradise, the perfect harmony,
the eternal rest, the total unison where there is no duality,
no tension, no motion, no fall, no me.

So I grab this fall, with all my guts
I grab its fear and pleasures
I grab the mystery of the intangible
This sensation of vertigo towards the inevitable

At the end I leave the seeds for the next fall.


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