Cancer is a car wreck
Part 3 of 3
It is like
one of those
national geographic movie scenes
where they are showing you
what it takes
for a large water bird
to learn how to take
its first flight from water.
Opening scene . . . it’s rising up!
on the water, sort of paddling,
then rapidly paddling.
The wings are churning.
The beak is steadfast up.
There is audio smack contact
with the water, either wing or foot
at an ever slowing cadence.
Churn is converted into launch.
It is visually touch and go.
And then boom . . .
somewhere right there
an invisible force called
"the grace of lift" . . . kicks in.
Flight is achieved. . .
cautiously, uneasily , unsurely
but flight,
as if it were more natural
then anything that has come before
life or death . . . is flight . . .
Metaphorically speaking,
almost every birdbrain knows that,
well essentially every fool does also
that in their heart of hearts
that you . . . are on that path
when this flight happens
but many of us
are not foolish enough
to live it alive
but only to conjure it
towards dying.
Your life now
has "trajectory as destiny".
Only one question is left . . .
Now that you've been informed
that you got wings,
how does that self hurl?
Cancer is a car wreck.
You are airborne by some means.
How does that self hurl?
It’s National Geographic’s
in your mind,
flight of body,
or flight of soul?
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