Poem: Tumbling Toward Ecstasy

Ecstasy comes in many colorsThose dreams in which one falls,

Uncontrollably hurtling

Toward what seems like certain death, or at the very least

Grievous injury,

Like a freeway insect making an abstract blotch upon a windshield,

Are supposed to mean something.

You like to dance to the music of your body

Unaware and drowning in bliss,

Certain somehow that all will turn out as it ought to,

If only in a dream.

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