momentarily excommunicated from body,
soul separated from the physical,
the vista vantage point,
with a dream like skewed view.
from up top and outside myself i see,
wind resistance, a non-factor.
on a list of superficial advantages,
soul separated at the point of impact,
heals, toes, the arches lay and landing ...
the wheel of fabric burns,
we move forward, or so it feels.
are we stuck here,
losing energy, burning hope.
so long list of must haves,
so long heart of stone.
so long to a generation of worshipers,
of everything but that,
that that deserves, that which we give.
so long to my moment,
of momentary excommunication,
and separation of soul .
so just remember,
leave here as you will,
just remember when you leave here,
don't fear stepping,
if you're stepping off the wheel.
don't fear the world and roads to run on,
so long.
so just remember.
