I jumped off a bridge one Tokyo night.

I'm breathing still. I don't know why either. 

Next thing I knew, I was afloat in moonlight,

Swam out to landfall, took a much-needed breather.

 

People get busy and forget the divine.

Easy to foreground all that basic nitty-gritty.

I broke bones in my fall, though today I feel fine.

I should remember the flash of apricity. 

 

I don’t know if there’s a basis to my breath,

Or if we’re just bodies plunging downwards to doom.

The default state of the universe is death.

We are very, very lucky for the bloom.

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