The fall shall be a beautiful uprising
fear not, a lifetime of worry washed away
suds disappearing with the air of the wild
through which you cross
you will no longer bear a cross on your shoulders
your magnificence will shine forth and blankets
of warmth and undoing will shelter you
from the underground.
The fall may indeed be upwards towards the heavens
where no residuals reside only the fresh stories of
celestial bodies it matters not which way you fall,
as it will be a thing of beauty between you and the world,
a secret exchange of plasma in the undertaking.
Secrets are shred when you dissolve and unfold
in better ways than imagined the image of you
no longer applies, you have taken the leap into the ether
and there you will reside, your undoing pure bliss
no shelters are needed for your safety is not in jeopardy,
you will understand that falling apart
can be a beautiful occurrence where the soul finally
responds to the calling.
Anna Rozwadowska 2019
