My tears form and fall
Down from the ledge
I stand on looking upon
The ground on top
Of heads of crowds
Passing by dark corridors
In a parade of waves & smiles
Faces to the ground
Clutters of traffic
Of ant like figures
Of movement
My feet dangling over
What lies beneath?
The airborne poetry
I breathe connecting me
To the contents of the
Contact on impact
Mending bones of agony
It does not hurt to bleed
Cold and wet feels like
Some ocean breeze
Light like the suns helium
Atomic mask of mercury
Meshed in earths aggregated
Soil Planted once more