so because i was the only one there, i had no choice but to take off into the airways of a mid-flight traffic jam
and when i found myself handicapped without suitable landing gear, i stupidly turned around to do the exact same thing again,
took off up and out, down and back again, continually flying in circles, handicapped by the disconnection of an electrical circuit
until i got smart
and jumped out of the silly little door next to where the pilot sits! – luckily was able to pull the ripcord on the parachute, landed in a vacant field, only somewhat damaged, bruised
climbed up to a warehouse rooftop but when nothing miraculous happened as i expected for some stupid reason, screamed at myself for the lack of transformation, questioned chasm energy, then jumped head first into a trampoline where i bounced back up to attempt another downhill competition with myself – the first one to land on my feet, the winner!
i have discovered the luxuries of meaning and disinterest, both in a continuum, side by side in the two left fast lanes directly in each other's blind spots, blocking each other in
proving finally
that trying to pass too fast is often futile or deadly, but since there is the possibility of neither, doing so can be the quickest route to the toll booth since you can't get to the exit without paying first.
to fly wingless into exposed doubt is similar to walking without crutches despite being lame. impermanence lasts much longer than superficial praise.
