I soared there
for a second
in time,
hovered briefly
in the millenia
of consciousness,
eagle-eye internal
to the words
found wanting,
glided on an updraft,
invisible to view,
felt in the breeze,
spiralled to gravity’s
reckless abandonment,
pulled up
short
before the crash
obliterating
reality’s
nonsense.
I flew then
for a while,
lost to reason’s
purpose,
bathed in light
sharp against
my retina,
colours faded
to acute contrast,
rods only,
no cones.
A blink in time,
a truth eternal,
flight lessons
remembered,
regeneration of
cause.
