Five Days (Flight Into Oblivion) Comments

'until you, wind whipped, and I, exhausted, could' - I was breathless at this syntactic mastery of line (not to mention, essentially, that it is one of many here) . There may be greater, more profound, interpretations (perhaps, even, inclusive of my own) , but the heated pyrotechnics of the relationship were destined not to last. Alas... Another beautifully implemented work, Christine.

i think these two lines say it all. a secret waiting to be told a moment too ripe, and needing to explde. excellent write a ten

until you, wind whipped, and I, exhausted, could no longer soar so much as glide into the plausibility of a painfully inevitable conclusion. perhaps that's what its about all we do is create our jurrasic parks, flashes of fantasies.... we are losing color assuming a lifelong die... we are born tranaparent... that's how we stay [ impact is too immense to please forgive the gibberish I'll come back some million times more]