Fly

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At the summit in an abrupt crystal clearing

unexpected as a desert oasis

I look down, out, scanning the tops of tall pines

which

I'm the biggest

So they all sit down

With a quick rapid jump

They bounce all around

Hop, hop, hop

Timed like a clock

I really

Hop
skip
lead a line
through the puddles, past the vines
race
run
splash down, into the puddles of mud.

The winds of stress blow against the window
Tattered Mind checks the scene
Opens the pane, the pain
Is overwhelming.

Feet feel

When I jump will I fly or die?

This edge that I've come to...

was pushed to...ran to...walked to...

Hop, skipped and jumped