Suspension

Beams of sunlight patch up the ground,

Tiny particles float up

In air pregnant with noise…

Her joy and woe are woven fine, she knows

And she’s caught up in her ensemble.

Through the seas of a vivid mind

She swins endlessly

Neither walking the waterbed

Nor streaking the sky red.

She jumps off a bridge

To smash into her inferno,

But unwillingly dangles by that silken thread

Between her many worlds.

While life steams on in elastic tension

And she exists – in divine suspension.

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2 thoughts on “Suspension

  1. see…that's exactly what she's dangling between…the rejection and the recognition; the fullness and emptiness on both sides. but i'm delighted you've engaged so much! 🙂

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