collaborations

the cycles never stop, rise and fall, rise and fall, breathe.  back to the top again, holding on to the fingertip grasp of my reality, my being. that one moment of crushed ice and warm steady hands held me above the wrecking waves, delivering.

 one thought of a second-in the air spinning will this be okay. the crunch and crash of flying glass, flying bodies of flesh and steel. falling full circle to the stark realization of birds, of the earth continuing in its melancholy joy.

looking down to see the hierarchy of squares-cut from the earth-the city life portrayed. obliterating the natural landscape like a grid on some math professors graph paper. slithering out to the abstract of a painters hand, deep rust reds and browns and greens.

ecstatic joy of giggles in tumultuous and colorful waves. delight in its sheer and unadulterated form. soaking in all the emotion of surprise. lost in the betrayal of unexpected elasticity, hovering in the gift of possibilities to come.