watch me passing by
walking with the dust you leave
freinds are we, once more again
and i am getting back into the swing.
up and down, the world comes so close
then sweeps away from my grasp.

I once had no fear of flight.
the world was my wing, and i would
find it's welcome shelter,
in voices and in hearts
and in calming little dreams
vingettes of happiness.
i once forgot the reality
of coming down.
i now remember how one day,
i launched myself-
from the ground i had been rooted to
from the understanding that this
is all i would ever be.
all that ashes to ashes shit
never made sense;
becuase i was never going anywhere.
it was ashes to still standing right here.
but soon, i was pushed,
convinced that this was my way.
took those first, fragile steps.

and up, up i went.
and down, down i came.
testing it out, was a reflex.
i never let myself get too far from
perspective.

then once, i was swinging
on the moon. i pushed off
to destination unknown.
i was flying, floating
oblivious to the fall
i was setting me up for.
i caught grasp of the swing
at it's zenith, the top floor
for it all.

i took hold once,
now i'm crashing back down.
ladies and gentlemen,
we have lost cabin pressure.

how innocent those steps
towards that fateful swingset were.

ashes to ashes, indeed.

05/08/2003

Author's Note: too monstrously long. i'll refine it later.

Posted on 05/09/2003
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