Silent snow,
Drifting through sparkling airs
Ice droplets were caught in streams
Wafting through the lungs of us
I fell first, the end, beautiful,
Then the soil erupted, pulsing,
Soon the distant mountain
Made it’s home a towering stream
The planet moving beneath my knees
I could feel everything dissolving
…
With no final prayer,
The knowledge bright we’d return,
I fell into an untethered world,
Dreaming of red bicycles,
Pinwheels whirling in the bright spring air.
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