…and you leapt
into the gaze of my popped out pupils
the eyeballs following you out of their sockets
in that rapturous jump
the leap in the floating fragile air
that wafer-thin air that stood between us
the aperture of my dilating widened eyes
catching in still-motion your effervescence
long dead in mournful wakeful moments
stilled not buried by death’s infamous claws
…and you leapt
amidst that sandstorm of shock
the cataclysmic clouds of crippledness
in that change
in that chain which became loose
in that slave who became free
those who had kept vigil while you
slumbered in wakefulness
those who had watched you with hopeless hopefulness
those who had taunted you as the changeling
that proves false the potency of the medicine-man
beheld that leap in open-teeth amazement
…and you leapt
capturing each move with my unblinking eyes
as you said with those enfeebled limbs
with those dying eyes warning me
till you breathe your last
never again would you leave my arms
you leapt into my agitated waiting arms
that sepulchral flesh i stretched before you
…and you leapt
out of an uncertain silence
into a certain cocoon of conclusiveness.
Be. Believe. Begin. Become. Blossom. 