To Depart, To Depart

Succeed

thrive

prosper.

A proposal.

The thread thin you tread, true,

see how the inevitable tug you'll tumble

The skin on your shoulder blades torn,

a rip or breath?

Gigantic.

pitch black or reflective white

both resplendent beauties in their own right.

Each feather speaking to you

as if it has its own life, 

Aching in effervescent solitude,

telling you to depart

to depart

And tip, top, up you'll go

up and up and up

Plummet or trip?

a cord that is cut 

or pulled to snap?

plummet, it will be to plummet.

To break the reflective ceiling above my head,

gravity defies one glass two

a split second airborne

but smashed down, it's true

with yours and mine

scars of the falsely blind