The sense of falling and wondering,

arrogantly or with ingenue,

if it had been made, fresh, in that moment,

just for him, wondering if it would go on

and on, like flight.


But the sea from such a height –

whether it was gained or gifted,

whether it was the fall from a mountain’s

meditative edge or

the slip of an untethered bridge,

the sea at such a height is like stone

and taking him back,

it broke him.


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