hurtling through some kind of tunnel, like a skydiver
before he knows for sure the chute will open
accelerating down to where the laws of physics can't be broken
friends let people make their own mistakes
wash their hands of it
sit down clean at the dinner table
absorbed in books and thoughts
love is an abstract, distant thing
morning, an awakening to nothing
but your own day
you whistle for a taxi
light on your feet
let earth bear the impact
of his hell-bent
experiment