future.

anticipation, hope
tremors. hanging
tingling, synapses,
signals, racing,
delicate, wild,
coursing, free
frozen, mouth
dry, drum-
pulsed.

this is it,
or else
this is it.

the sky's edge
beckons
with fleeting glimpses,
the glimmers
of Atlantean riddles,
smiling with
clear-sky promise
and suddenly

everything falls out from under our feet and we are falling like weights with inexpressible freedom within an inescapable pull but the moment is all that we can cling to for everything else falls with us