Sometimes living poetry
Is like looking into a deep, dark chasm
I see nothing
I feel nothing
Yet I know something is out there
In there, within the darkest depths
And suddenly and without any explanation
There I just step
Falling, falling, falling
Into a place I know not
To a destiny I know not
Yet I feel the air around me growing thicker
And there is a slowing of my descent
And I feel my wings getting stronger
Strong enough to simply put them forth
And the air builds up below me
And now I am headed back up towards the lights
Able to see where I just journeyed
Seeing creatures and creation like never before
Seeing myself like never before
And it all started at the edge of a dark chasm…
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