Trust Fall

I think…

A trust fall into autumn leaves

would make for a perfect day.

Like the hour,

the leaves are never without

and decadence is the tone of his mystery,

like the underneath it all of his skin.

My eyes are blare

reflecting the blue hues of the heavenly sky

The currents of watercolor in the air

make the best view of the ocean

at any given place on the map – and here we are in the desert valley

What more to peer into

existential depths of the watering waves

tracing medals of tears

like I am the champion of my own crash and carry to shore

Beginning, a gaze

and if we romance antigravity,

all before we fall like children

Falling into,

Falling in,

So high above the earth.

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