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1250 is the number of my beast

Posted to Poetry

twelve hundred and fifty feet
into the air I go

I'm trapped inside
the belly of the beast

I wait for the commands
and I stand up
I hook myself to the umbilical cord
which holds my life today

moments pass
but time seems to stand
forever still

I wait
poised to walk
out into the reality
which is in front of me

as the command is said
and as this beast is hovered
over the area of my birth
I jump and throw myself
into the wind
and I pray oh GOD do I pray
that my parachute of life
will open and guide
me safely down
so that I can make a soft
landing on mother earth

GOD it's a rush
from a place I cannot