03232000

You can't bloom forward
when you expect to fall back in to the black in yourself
Blooming forward step back inside beside myself
Falling backwards back into myself
bouncing back progress process
tie my shoelaces
floating through soulspace colliding with detritus thoughts
Swirling and twirling spiralling inside backwards into my self
falling upward and backflipping on heartstring trapeze
shaking chasing my shadow
getting longer and farther away; harder to reach
putting more effort to keep from falling forwards right out of myself
Simply put, it seems stability is just a fantasy.

© 2000 Katrina Johnson %%(^#&@!#& katrina@noun.org