Jumper

Invisible breath of nature whistles;

It stings my northern air holes and energy pockets.

I can hear transportation machines below.

My sight see-ers squeezed shut provide a dark veil.

I don't have to see.

Strands of my dead head cells playfully whip my canvas of initial viewing.

I slowly raise my most useful bending appendages and turn up my palms.

I feel the breath of nature.

She longs to bear my weight.

She whispers a comforting hiss of impenetrable noteless song around me.

She holds me.

My twiddling doodads ache in the cold.

My lengthy adorning material perform with her lovingly in a serenading and sensual step.

I listen.

There is peace within the many engine hums.

There is peace within the absence of light.

There is peace in my love affair with the wind.

They carry me; eyes shielded by ever falling flesh barriers.

The steady rumble of the hungry thousand pound monsters below,

the darkness,

The wind.

They become my last religion; and I their diligent disciple.

They beckon.

I give myself to them.

They embrace and coerce me...

Down.