To go through life without ever a want,
yet here it is, a NEED.
Not desire, nor lust.
Complete in it's void , I encompass it.
Oblivion as requiem.
Allusion contends to believability,
questions....
The bridge I have seen, the railing I have balanced,
sailing down 'til within grasp.
SNAP!
The bungee allows little more than a safe glimpse of what may be.
Next time I jump, the cord will be cut,
safety will only hinder my quest.
The fall may destroy me,
but what an experience it will be!
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