FREE FALLING INTO FATE (WE UNDO OURSELVES) - a poem
has its own rules
and we can bask
under the uncertainty
of a great hand
gifts or terror
all lessons
anyways
a tiny human mind
grasping
at the infinitude
of potential
a great cry out into the universe
palms up towards the stars
looking forward for an answer
of which step to take.
i can bow
and we can join hands
in forgetting all our answers,
all our chains
and instead
live these damn questions
fall into the unknown
and in that free fall
find ourselves
outside
all our glory
all our failures.
we find ourselves bigger
than we ever dreamed was possible.