the water fairy Ida Rentoul Outhwaite 1921

I follow the curve of the land forging a way that was already dictated falling whilst shackled to endlessness becoming as I rush blindly forward looking to the ground a thunderous roar my ever present burden all life grows around me washing away just my own colour and foundations evaporative yet too attached to gravity the line long since lost it's leader but tracks are tracks for the trained bound to the air which I serenely steal away there's beauty in nature's way unfought against, because why? so I gaze into the distance where I am and I'm not for everything is different each and every time knowing more is less as the beginning gets old and endings are but brief immersion embrace the disappearance of time as we all cling to the rocks holding on as long as we can endings are a different energy when all you've known is perpetuality