This one time
I fell out of a plane
Or a spaceship
I guess it's the same
I had a perspective so grand
For where I might land
And I could see,
All possibility
The present, the future, the past
The woes and the wins
Time dilated, all dies cast
Topography approaching, fast
For a short time;
"I am flying!"
A juxtaposition of mine
For my imminent dying
I hit the ground
Kersplat!
With no one around
To hear that
Was I a tree--
In it's third act?
No spectators to see
The impact
Did I fall?
Or was this a dream?
In absence of all
This would seem
A quiet desolation
Silent affirmation
An invisible monument
To what we mean
Okay, here is the last one from the storage bins... For now. I feel like when I had this posted years ago, it never really gained much attraction. The allegory and prose are decent enough and I personally appreciated the narrative (obviously).
The experiment was a playful exploration of existentialism (quelle surprise) While I do exit on sombre tones I felt like it was an effective juxtaposition I felt like it was an honest counter-point to the listed repartee. I'm not some non-sense blowing smoke up your ***.
As it is, this still stand as one my my personal favorite pieces. It'll never be perfect but, neither will I.