A vista of elation, engulfed in joy
expands below in the vastness, the possible
a oneness with space and freedom
or a chasm of annihilation,
do we leap to become everything
or will we become nothing?
But the plane keeps dancing
up and down
the engine is singing
there is no way around
trust is the jump through the portal,
where life and death
hold hands in the air
and stays afloat with it’s own being,
fusion and infinity
where love is the spiral,
the constant Hum
and in this sound, we hover
where the end is always near
and never.
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Lia Wilbourn 