Monday, 6 August 2007

Portrait of a Flight

ssssssssssssssssssssssssss Peak.
ssssssssssssssssssstip of the
sssssssssssss top, to the
sssssssssssto the
sssssssssup
sssssssright
You climb

You stand at the edge, the ledge
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssteetering sss a ssss bit.
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss just s little

You laugh and let out a WHOOP, a barbaric yawp.

You take a leap and Fly,

ssssssssssssssssssssssfalling…
sssssssssssssssssssssssssfalling…
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssfalling…
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssfalling into the a
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss b
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss y
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss s
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
s

ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss splat

1 comment:

Pallav said...

sad that there 'were' no comments on such a thoughtful post. Aside from a splat, sometime you grow wings and fly, but then you grow tired and you fall and die,there is always the splat. Damm some of it rhymes!

N