inverted flight

the narrow path we follow - who opened it for us?

i can see the threads between me and you and everybody else

like a colourful embroidery that grows and spreads;

i can see the traces I left in other people’s minds

when our dreams intersected for the blink of an eye;

i can see their hearts in mine - blazing, red, alive -

a fleeting impression of oneness, 

of never being alone in life or death; 

i can see myself plummeting into the vast darkness:

it is not a fall;

it’s an inverted flight to the stars.

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