Unplugged
Dove off the ledge
unplugged from the socket
that pumped the bloody blood
too stunned when she got it
Ninety-seven stories off
the ledge of her choosing
past planets and satellites
free falling
and cruising
Dead zone promised
quietude with silk grass
ground zero approaching
too late recognized
– the bent hand of the past
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