by Keztril

 

My knowledge was of breath essential

a belief in machinations of change to herald awareness

each mind opened to never turn back

upon steps which no longer have form

 

If only!

Like lethal soldiers they come

bursting memories with wanton disregard for changes of time or place

 

Certainty crumbles into earth

pushing from within a blue shoot climbs sky high

upon it I slide

back down through to stars below water

and swallowing bubbles I float

this night air damp

no sight behind skin

and frame by frame I fall

slow motion

real time

overload

 

Written in response to exercise seventeen