Getting Back Up

Getting Back Up

How many stairs must one fall?
Spirals a safe place.
Fractals make sense to the mind.
Swirl and weave to breathe.
~
Letters upon our flesh,
numbers invade the core.
Spinning downward,
then back up again.
~
Space and time wilted into mellifluous.
Calling into the echoes.
Reaching into the fumes.
Swinging on the petals of glossy.
~
Sinking, sinking below eye level.
Buoyancy springing back.
Up and down a dance for the celestial.
Moods churn within the heart.
~
Light forms holes to fit one another.
Around and around the spinning goes.
Lift off feet and bounce in the halo.
Nimbus of colors force gentle hands through the air.
~
We all wait for the proper finger to touch down.
The right stair to ping with perfect sound.
Colliding into the door that waits to be opened.
Descending into the pit to discover the spring,
that swoops us back into the comforts of rising above.

About mindretrofit8

Sharing the twistings, and musings that twirl in my mind. Hoping others can relate, or at least enjoy... To know more about me personally you can visit my website at Mind Retrofit.
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