I.

Not far enough.

The Spring pf sprung hamstrings failed to flight me flying

But my starting point was far from the ledge.

Toppled turning, toes over tit

Twirling with out

Control– that made it feel certain–

Like twisting, tilted was the way it was

The Spring resets

As Springs do.

The ledge greeted me quickly,

And stunned me again and again

As ledge meeting noses will do.

Faithful

The Spring continued, unaware.

Or just unwilling.

That is: without will.

II.

But not as far

Or farther, but at least in a new direction

Now for certain

Side stepped, Sunken, Soaring still

The only constant was the Spring.

III.

And far enough

To twist, twirl, top turned toward teh ground

and not!

Not

The ledge

And nothing now to set the Spring against.