this time I fell

.

this time I fell

trembling

like a feather

from a hovering bloo space

in unimaginable loops and whirling wills

only to land on the invisible skin

of a heavenly creature

.

and I lost my blue eyes

for a moment forever

to the perfect time

in the middle of a night

in the nowhere garden

becoming us

air . . . true ….. . . . . . . …….me

infinity . . . . . . …… . . black stones ….. . . . . . . . . . . ……as eyes

life . . . . . ……longing . . . . . . . …..cycles

.

in which I fell

into it

into shiny needles

nudging itchy into my chest

lost

clinching to my breath

stinging flowing fragments of glass

was I being . . . . . . . . . . ……held?

.

.

the perfect time

found me being born

and lost again

this time I fell

between the cracks

every second every hour

with finally nowhere

to exist

but here

.

.

.

.

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