Tripping

The fear of being

consumed by something big,

something fierce,

is dispensed with

in the certain knowledge

that I have flown,

that I have twisted and soared,

that I have dared and died

and emerged from all,

or almost all,

as myself,

or as some other self,

and laughed and loved

and found and shared

a bit of comfort,

and found

that I believe that there will always be

another someone,

more and more somebodies,

perhaps an infinity of those,

to do the same

for each other

again and again,

for as long as words are magic.