by Marrianne Martin

Hide the truck

With any luck

We'll be over the edge

With the canopies popped

Before a single car has stopped

No suicide here

No thoughts of fear

Time seems to slow its drumbeat pace

The senses delight

In this wild human flight

The adrenaline flows

From the rush which we chose

We hurtle towards the planet's tight embrace

As we fall ever faster

Gravity's our master

We will not go in, no not this day

The canopies open, we fly away

Lost in these moments which define our lives

At death we sneer

For life we cheer.

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