Plunge

Hazy gusts.
Relentless, repeated smattering across flaking skin.
Is it the core that is worn and sore
Or that which envelops the innards?
Some curves meet briefly in a line of intersection
and go their own ways forever.
The Universe is tempted to twist until the curves break away.

Wild winds strewn over pulsing hearts, molten and wanting;
These are pink and grey from slashes across the flesh.
Is it light or darkness?
Catch the light falling mid air. Catch the golden specks.
Release the dust.

(“But how do you know which ones can I keep?
And which can I not?”)
(“You won’t know. You have to immerse yourself in completely each time.
But do not judge yourself for picking up the wrong pieces.
Although it should get better with experience.”)
(“But sometimes the dust glitters like gold and it is hard to tell the difference.
And sometimes I get careless with want.”)
(“Then let us hope the cosmic rays don’t kill you first.”)

Plunge.
Plunge into the dark.
-Are you plunging already?-
Catch the light falling mid air.
Catch the golden specks.
Release the dust.

-Are you plunging?-
I’m shutting my eyes now.
Bleakness, tragedy, desolation,
Hope, faith, humanity, irrationality
Blind me with light and not darkness
When I open my eyes again.

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