• A rush of icy wind cuts to the bone,
    Electricity crackles through me, singeing my hair,
    I blink three times to clear my stinging eyes

    Below me I see millions of tiny dots,
    Spreading out like water over concrete.
    Closer, closer, closer
    Skyscrapers reaching up their dusty hands to pull me down

    A bright light shines through the thunderstorm
    I blink again, ten thousand feet up,
    sailing outer space once more.