The fall

 I let go and fall stare at the broken cord
my shoulders relax
my breath is free
I feel the air heaving upward

Through it I surrender, I go
toward some solid object far below
One I´ll test my mortality on and lose
Forgetting all kindnesses and all abuse

plummeting down expanding land I see
friction a centimeter over the flesh
tickling and speaking a foreign language to me
A promise of death in it's pressure

I farewell memory, grudge and gratitude
Saluting the oncoming impact, hand flaps wobbly
My only fear is to hear my own body break
soothed by the current velocity

There it goes -bang. I´m finished
everything empties, it's getting cold
as if i was some tragic broken dish
My undead brain searches for a soul

Am I just a beast spiritually ignored?
is there nothing remaining afterward
No light, no ethereal path, no sacred rest
Suffocating silence, restless numbness

Where´s the magic?
Where's the next phase?