Sweet freefall

Sweet freefall                                                                                                   
 
Per usual, I float in the wild blue yonder,
upholding myself by sheer imagination,
 
a kite in the grip of a childish hand.
I keep myself collected;
 
imitate normality enough
to pass casual inspection;
 
maintain tentatively my lonely,
exhausting and fearsome vigil,
 
all the while (lately) being encouraged
to let go, unhand – experience the ultimate,
 
(promised) sweet freefall into somewhere
beyond imagination and conception.
 
O child of God, find the truth of your predicament
by the ending of it (and yourself) once and for all.