Sometimes,
I
forget the eavesdrop of the world.
They
send an angry person
to
the door of their faces.
They
make a fist
with
the tone of their voices.
They
manhandle me
with
the roughness of their words,
and
bam!
A
trapdoor plank, made of their hands
is
lifting me up, holding me as if levitating,
I
am lying horizontal surrounded by
the
pool brim of their transfixed faces.
It
is an exercise in trust,
I
so, assumed.
And
then, it all collapsed
sending
their hands free to clap
as
I am sent falling.
Their
faces fading away,
and
bam!
Whatever
world of ideals
I
had perceptively inflated
has
given way.
Whatever
I had imagined to be true,
to
be the share of hearts,
our
imposing light, has vanished
and
then bam!
Followed
by, and then, boom!
And
I am born again,
ignited
from within.
There
is a new moment,
reaching
with trust,
and
I am free falling up
and
others will come
to
the delight of the rescue.
Yet
you and I know,
every
moment is the same,
as
long as time is honored,
and
bam, we are all one . . .
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