Skydive
I see everything
all the way down
from the time when the world is a
patchwork of fields and forests
stretching out past the horizon
to the time when the tops of the trees
stare into my face
I see it all
every pine needle every lost aphid
my senses are infinitesimal
in their precision
and all the beauty opens up for me
From the curve of the earth
to the immediacy of this situation
to the fact that it is all about to end
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