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.