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everyone says it's a game or a dance—
i think its inevitable,
a cycle—
like weather or the food chain.
there's a system, an order
from which you can never deviate.
you start free-falling,
flipping head over heals,
stomach churning,
fear collecting in your throat,
panic slowly setting in.
then your mind begins to process,
begins to plan, begins to fix,
trying to strategize
or find an answer to the equation
(there isn't one).
and finally, finally you give up,
you give in, you relax,
you let go, you accept.
and once you've done all this,
once you followed the steps
(maybe skipping some here and there
or taking them in a different order),
they leave you
standing alone
in the desert with a heavy cloud above you
about to release.
they leave you and you have to start over.
you have to start free-falling again,
you have to start strategizing again,
you have to start giving in again
because there's nothing else to do.
once the rain comes down
it has to evaporate;
once the sun gives life
it must be eaten;
once you fall in love...