III. Taking back The View

Back up here from an essential low-

I’m taking back the view.

Aloft on the brittle seat of knowing,

The spectacle has me musing again

I’ll be here

When the outskirts of stability blend

with the disorderly flurries at love’s windy precipice.

I will dive again

I'll take the turbulent flight

Dress myself in rainbow dust

Only to have every color stripped from within

as altitude zeros me down again

The commitment to departure

Is a contract with the power of air

Is a chosen practice

Is the purpose of this heart.

I’ll be here