SR - 71 The world lost it's pull again as I dreamed so real, this lucidity it seemed going gray, getting dark the meaning of life, losing benchmark. Earthly horizon plummeting back and away memory rushing back inside the replay I'll clarify if I can, describing my flight It went something like this. . inside the dream that night. Far from the known world in suspended animation to the colorful blur. . life meaningless in relation so hold on now, to what I say the SR-71 dream went this way. . I feel the vibration. .then it stops then decompression in dreaming the hissing drops thought and memories falling away as gravity is slipping silently astray. Horizon falling beneath cirrus cloud lining what would happen if, I keep right on climbing? Idea of a plan now in my head no longer a man asleep in bed- but hurtling along the ozone ceiling mach 2 cancelling pain from this hurt I was feeling. Icy and deep, the color atmospheric blue panic setting in from what I've talked myself into. Quasar of sunlight in the window shining twin engines two-thirds. .softly whining color, smell, monochrome corona faded. . to my disbelief, the lucid dream re-created! Darkening aura of backdrop blue climbing sixteen degrees, with the stars in clear view! This rampant idea planned all the way through as if I thought I could try, or had the guts to. . Floating feeling . .I glance down. .MACH 4 Permanent waves on a temporary shore I repeat to myself. .you no longer care! That was you, you're here. . no longer down there! Window for re-entry fading fast. . my life before me rushing past thumb at the red cover of the "AFTERBURNER" switch life and death chiming in. .final score? Life's A BITCH !! Backed against my own sonic boom I gambled this dream to seal my tomb. I feel the thrust. .slammed back in the seat no more re-entry control to defeat! Polarized. .synchronized. .no more memories for I've passed my pilot's test if you please! No more going back to pain and doubt the twin engines flicker . .then flare out ! pilot AWOL and unaware . . as the stars shine in my teary stare. . so this is how it all ends I think to myself You're almost out of. . . AIR.
About the Author: Hello again, class of 1979, Antelope Valley High School, Mrs. M.Wallace's "Creative Writing" class! It's been awhile my friends.. you knew we would all make our mark somehow in the writing world, and here is one of my first. A book of "chanelled prose" from the last twenty years, most prompts coming from my "Upper Room" of writers and authors from the past, present, and Ancient realms . . some dating back to Plato, Socrates, and Archimedes. Most times, I just clear my mind, fingers on the keyboard, and when I look up again. . Viola' ! The next question asked of myself: "Did you just write that?" Many times, the answer was "yes" and "no" (it was written THROUGH me) literally charging my idea of concept and meter, from the "other side" for lack of a better description. Please enjoy reading these, as much as I did creating them. . after all, we only have 45 minutes left before we have to turn in our assignments!! Kim, Laurie, Derek, and the rest of my neighbors on our side of the "horseshoe" I can't wait to see what you've written !! I love this class!!