Parachute

the sky felt what a beast
man can be

his body tore through the wind
like the claw of a cornered animal
all at once
scared
brave
and vicious

as flesh fell
the mind soared

as his heart tumbled
freedom lifted inside of him

where his bones would land
a crash site of peace

too often is quantity mistaken
for quality

he knew that an entire life
could be realised in a moment

a way to live
and a way to die
can be the same thing

and before he ever set foot on that plane
he knew he would not be pulling that cord