Placing ever perfect
On platform high
She is a concept
You understand
She had to die
Fearless
Fleeting
With her last breath
She is releasing
Circling levels
Gravity embraced
Facing him
There is no ground
She took a moment
And looked over the crowd
Another life
She shall always compare
Where seaweed and bones
Desired the air
Lifted where cracks
Came helpless apart
Discovering nothing
Could to I relate
She couldn’t look down
At the great length
A space to fill
Taken simply by air
They always say
It never seems really there
It waits and it waits
As the stampede draws near
Closer behind waiting
When all became clear
That it was not that kind
Nor mercifully timed
She closed her eyes
In spite of everything
That was shown
To which all it said was
How high can you go?
With a smile she is taken
Undivided
Totally
The air is slim
On a day that didn’t even resist
To these fishes
We are all lords
Still beating
She is folding
Into the cube
Of a painted image
Softening inside a prism
Blinking with every muscle
Calling out
There was no struggle