words on the mind

you dance madly across my open field
is it you trying to consume me
or is it me walking backwards
without a payoff

i stumble, then fall
luckily
i quickly rise, laughing at it all

"space is such a final word", i think
as thunder echoes across my sky
i decide falling was not a bad thing
so i sit in my open field,
taking it all in
the birds, the moisture, the day
and i close my eyes, waiting...
for the next realization

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