Doing It

daniel on Oct 6th 2009

I was a different version of myself.
It was dawn, I was on the roof of
a house: the sky seemed like it
was always falling toward me,
but I was never crushed.

It was a different version of this sky.
It is evening, I am projected into
the air on an impossible concrete pad:
I am always afraid I’ll find myself
in the process of jumping off.

This is a different version of a lie
I have told myself many times.
Everything balanced: nothing falls.
And then my body, which knows
no such thing, does it.

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