T. Martinus

I want to be principled
there holding on to the ledge 
as the bridge called my life 
presents me with falls
and depths i couldn't fathom
before today.
Falling while not being labled the fallen
is easy for me
and yet the color of rain drops
appears in my eyes.
Whispering I've got nothing to worry about
I wander and wonder
like those before me
but realize my fall has gifted me 
with powers beyond my wildest dreams.
Now translating the scrolls
of the living seas
I see waters that are bound
by beaches that were made 
when solids were broken. 
Grinding down matter matters 
and produces futures
that were tucked away in lines of flight 
when we refuse to embrace fright 
for what it is:
unreasonable reasoning.

I want to be principled

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Martinus, T. The Bearable Ordeal of the Collapse of Certainties, 2011.