The Jump by Mark Tulin – First published in Visual Verse
THE JUMP
Mark Tulin
I see the prism of the universe
from my place atop the cliff
My eyes grow wide in anticipation
as I take hold of this shining moment
when my breath is suspended,
my fear and judgment gone
I stand straight with arms to the sky
and take one final breath of air,
diving deep into the boundless,
into an all-encompassing spirit,
where the beginning meets the end
and my glory christens the sea.
Crow On The Wire 
Your poem provides a disquieting view into the final moments of a suicide.
Yes, almost as if it is a spiritual event.
“Spiritual event” definitely fits the stance of the poem.
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