I jump out a plane
Just to land in the sky
I hope I catch your drift
Before the ground catches mine
In the few short moments
Before I die
I hop on a bike
And cycle through my mind
I flip through the frames
That convey my life
Until I notice a man
Falling by my side
Reaching out His hand
And with all His might
He stole all the frames
I was trying to find
"I need this weight
To get the timing right"
He stacked up my frames
To an amazing height
Laying on the top
The landing broke His spine
As I neared the ground
I could now see why
His broken body
Was to my delight
And the tower of frames
Was by His design
My feet touched His back
To end my flight
He landed on the ground
So I could land in the sky
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2 comments:
Whoa, nice, my head's spinning. I've got to read that like 30 more times.
rest assured-not an exaggeration when I say: well said.
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