I walk briskly at first.
Shuffling sacred boulders between each foot,
I teeter on the edge of humanity.
I skirt the jagged precipice of earth’s flaming lips.
I am stunned by this porcelain cup
brimming over with exquisite insanity;
a wondrous mathematical equation,
all of earth’s treasures scattered before me.
I jump high-I rise-sail and I soar up & over,
down south into the west then over & over,
under again, about face and up I jump.
I take a high-dive, I skydive into the heart
of our miraculous breathtaking mothership.
I am a skimming stone on a great pon, a ring of fire