—Christopher Matase
And then we were floating
No grasping, no relation to the surroundings
Floating in motion, motion, motion
Turning like gears.
Connections, Connections, Connections
Wires hold up our foundations
Wires let loose
Wires let slide
Suspensions let go
Nothing to grasp
Nothing to hold onto
And then we’re falling
Grasping- possible
Out of reach
I can’t hold on
You can’t let go
Grasping still possible in these conditions?
This ledge is small
A landing possible?
Not possible
After the fall- possible
Little room, little ledge
Little space, I’m on the edge
Jump! Jump!
I’ll see you after the fall
No, don’t jump
Suspension, connections
I won’t let go
I can’t!
You can
Just let go!
Wires let loose, Wires let slide
We’ll make it alright, after the fall
