The pilot in the broken
plane loses sight of the
ground and goes ripping
across the massive night
upside
down. Above his head
crowds of cars crawl
along the concrete ground.
Far below his feet galaxies
eat galaxies in feasts of
waving flame.
The instruments
are off. The headset’s
useless. No other lights are
met. He cuts the void
alone. The plane’s
frame, ribbed like wicker,
shivers as speed increases.
In the scarlet aura of a minor
light the pilot flies a straight
line through dense, black
space. On and on the
flight pierces emptiness
until all is gone but the
sense of moving forward.
The pilot presses feet
flat against the floor,
tenses muscles to mimic
stillness, reminds himself
of mountains, the sun,
things that don’t seem to
move. The effort stuns.
He keeps it stable and
wings toward an opposite,
unreachable destination.

vivid flip

Very Cool!

A visual bliss.

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!