An orange blob of mass was sinking,
Leaving
its adherence to the horizon
The
wind was gently blowing
Lifting
my long brown tresses

I
looked upon the death canyon
And
took upon my daring mission.
I
was to jump and fall,
And
fall.
Till
my lungs would tear apart,
I
would scream and fall.
And
fall.
My
spirit ascended.
I
took the plunge, notwithstanding my fear
Of
my life so dear.
Through
my veins was coursing
A
new bolt of energy.
The
peak was diminishing
Slow
and tardily.
In
all this spirit,
I
disremembered what came next.
I
did not care, I did not scare.
I
kept falling.
I
fancied failing into an ocean.
But
that was too late to wish for, then.
I didn't see what was below.
I didn't struggle, I just let go.
I
let gravity work upon me.
I
let fate decide me.
I
could feel the difference,
When
traversing varied atmosphere layers.
It
was hot, then cold
Then
hot and then cold again.
I
was in a situation
Where
feign or pain
Had
no meaning or deviation.
I
could take down a cloud with me
They
looked like whipped cream
In
abundance, everywhere and free.
Suddenly,
I stopped falling.
I
was cohering to a rope that bound me
I
had used every bit of the rope
That
gave me my life support and held me.
I
could fall more but I couldn't.
My
little adventure had ended.
Of
leveling spirit and free fall.