Diving into the sky, spread-eagled, falling quickly to earth.
Landscapes unfolding as I get closer to the end of my free fall, not really wanting to pull the rip chord just yet.
Wanting the experience of falling to last a little longer.
Eventually, letting the chute do it's job, as I hold the toggle lines and float to earth.
It's the end of the journey, until I go up again to get another thrill of deathly excitement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem