He jumped up
made a somersault with twist
and is back in the circle again
as if nothing happened
in those four seconds
(I guess)
(how was it?)
a flash of beauty
to meditate on now
falling into place myself
from the space of possibilities
and ignorance
Maybe I stay there
maybe it will shift
maybe it stays
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