360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

thirty two degrees: ‘little waves our bodies break…’

Calgary – Bon Iver

thirty two

Leap from a rational ledge, head first. Delicate wings rip on opening, useless ephemeral fragments flutter through screeching fathoms of air. Gravity spirals, tightening the spin. Terminal free fall, desperate descent. Fear threatens to kick – you in the gut. Then leave, laughing. Eyes wired open, field of wheat waves like an ocean. Premonition of impact, high speed horror. Running out of, hope. A last minute miracle. Against apocalyptic skies, what are the chances? Tic-toc-boom.

 

I was only for to die beside…

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