Never Coming Down...

...or the dream of a never ending Grand Jeté.

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PART ONE.

While my heart is full,

well at least two chambers,

the others are desolated

covered with -fine- dust.

As I said...

While my heart is full,

bouncing

at an unreal speed,

counting

down

(first) regular (than)

faster

towards the end

slower.

I repeat...

While my heart is full,

I'm estimating,

from between the scene drops,

the stage height

and as far I can see

the distance towards

the unreachable horizon.

Almost

endless emptiness...

PART TWO.

Almost

endless emptiness

badly influences my

knees behavior.

Contracted,

they think differently from my

packed brains.

It's not like a leap before

running.

It's the power coming out of

flexion,

vaulting without a board.

Rasping bending knees.

Blood leaves the heart towards

head and toes.

PART THREE.

While my heart is empty,

well at least temporarily,

for rent at your convenience.

As I said...

While my heart is empty,

My limbs fight gravity

Escaping from weightiness

I'm flying higher than higher

An impracticable physical exploit

of a never ending high jump.

Even falling down I'm still

flying.

Swallowed into a whirlpool

my heart and brains are melting.

Landing

reduces my life to  -fine- dust.

I have no regrets whatsoever

What's called heart

is now completely empty...

for rent 

not for sale.