I caught myself
in a free fall,
it felt like
zero gravity.
Infinite bliss.
In the absence of a plan,
run towards chaos
and kill everything;
such a simple axiom.
Better to be dead
than to speak words
that are blameless.
In between the sky
and the ground
is every opportunity.
I was told,
once long ago
that if I aimed for the ground;
one in a million times I’d miss
and fly away.
I guess we can even
fail at failing.
We’re such silly creatures,
nothing stops us,
not even the dark reaches.
Hell seeks us out
and finds us,
making our own way there
on the high road.
Heaven stands attainable,
but we complain
the cost’s too high to bother.
We reminisce
on sunken ships,
instead of captaining the ones
we’re sailing.
Running out to shout
that we’ve done something
so banal,
it’s quite amazing.
We seem to see
with such a narrow vision,
sometimes it’s like
we’re staring down
the birth canal again.
Into the blinding light,
the cold,
the pain,
the hunger
that awaits.
So afraid
that the next transition’s
gonna be
as bad as the first.
Cowering
in our own degradation,
hiding from rebirth.
When I look out,
look around me,
I don’t see
any kind of prison.
Just the standard limitations
of this station,
this temporary condition.
Here,
right now,
in a moment of bliss;
I realized
I caught myself in free fall.
Was I flying,
or was I making
my final descent?
I don’t remember,
I’m not sure it matters;
either way is one way out.
HG – 2018
