Terminal velocity

Terminal velocity

Falling at 123 miles a hour
Only sound is the wind
Thoughts draft in the sun
Peace and calm
Feeling like a feather
In the shadows of dawn
All other thoughts are gone
Except wishing this forever
Seeing ever detail
Floating in the clouds
The sound of a scream
Echoing in the stratosphere
Brings it to this day
Back from this reprieve
My mouth has a voice
Waking me from this dream
Images flash by
On the tails of a Roman candle
Spinning in a whirl pool
Counter clock wise
In a digital world
Ice crystals cutting the fabric
Which holds everything
In this cartoon existence
The cotton pulls
Like an icy rain
Yanking reality back to now