descent is in the take off. at eleven eleven do you wish?
somersaults to sewer drains, smoking softer drugs, ace bandage to what remains. falling hurts a little less when clouds surround your judgement and your heart has left your chest. i extend my legs and pump pavement to forget. how long can you run with no end in sight? i've got the feeling of forever with wings on my achilles and flight in my good fight.