Seems lately
all I do is fall,
trip lightly like
a tongue-twisted
fool yet again,
forego the light,
should I stay?

So easy to cascade
to that place past the horizon 

to fade


to where 

the new day breaks
where surf hugs me close 
to sand, and I rise...

I glisten in sun
prisms all about me
damp and saline

tethered alive

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