climbing the stairs at midnight
I imagine rocketing up from earth:an ascent into darkness.
Leaving behind, as I dream
and dare to do,
the inadequacies of the daylight
and the dirt.
I imagine the odd release
as gravity evacuates:
a most wearable lightness of being.
Watching my nerves, my hair
and my assumptions stand
on end over weightless end
while my ankles dangle
like apples on Eden's tree.
I imagine the sounds of soundlessness:
cosmic symphonies and cacophonic harmony.
The bleeding of music so purely complex,
it has turned back on itself
and decomposed.
I image and climb
the darkened staircase,
dreaming, as I dare to do,
in pictures
and rhythm
one step
step
step at a time.
posted by amanda @ 9:59 PM
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