(no subject)
It's a foggy night and
we can't even
see where we place
our feet.
The road ahead
is pitted,
so we dance the steps
of a toppling fall,
but we're risking more than
bruised egos.
This is our
tumble
to oblivion.
We're spiraling
downward and our
wings can't gain any traction.
We're burning
upon our entry into the
atmosphere, our
souls combusting
like gasoline,
fueling our descent.
We look around
at eachother,
the whole world
in a panic
as we plummet
to our destiny.
We search desperately,
all of us
hoping
for a savior--
but we see fate
growing
beneath us,
rising
faster than we can comprehend.
And we brace for impact,
eyes closed,
arms before us,
waiting
waiting
waiting