Write a poem on ways to reduce spinal cord injuries ( SCI )
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The air is open-ended,
The wind sends a whisper through my spinal cord at lightning speed
Acres upon acres of oceanic scenery plunging itself into my irises
The horizon is as wide as the Milky Way
You can see where the opaque waters begin to blend with the stubborn clouds
As they cling to the starless sky,
Refusing to budge,
No matter how much the wind demands of them
My vision wanders down to my feet,
Bare,
And planting themselves into the solid ledge I’m standing on
Exactly one foot ahead of me,
A precipitous drop
Into a vast, daunting ocean
An unforgiving terrain
Devoid of all color,
Infected by a mass of sediments
The sound of its jaws clasping onto its invisible prey,
Satiating its endless desire
Left a sharp ringing in the tubes of my ears
I’m fossilized in my place,
But something is urging me to march,
Urging me to risk it all,
But what else do I have?
I tear my heel bone off of the freezing ground
Like a bandaid off of a freshly lacerated wound,
Mechanizing my aching joints
As I hover five dangling toes over an abyss of demented liquids
I don’t need to inhale,
The pulsating breeze is doing that for me
I take one final look upon my fate,
Block my vision with the walls of my eyelids,
And fall…
Fall like an Autumn leaf…
Stopping at times,
As if time were unsure,
Then resuming my rapid descent
And all at once, the water hits me,
Rushing up from my achilles heel
To the last towering hair follicle upon my head
Electrifying every nerve in my body,
Sending my heart into overdrive
The water floods into my body,
Coursing down my throat,
Pervading my lungs like a proletariat of worker bees
Elevating itself into my brain
Splitting it in half,
And examining it,
Judging it,
Bringing the fears of my subconscious
From a blank page into reality
I never wanted this
Nobody wants this,
But sometimes I just can't part the waves of a Lithium Sea
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