i straighten my back, square my shoulders and walk forward. into the wind. into tomorrow. into darkland. and on the breeze, faintly, just out of range, i hear the garden gates creak open on their rusty hinges. i hear the factory begin to hum as the overhead lights flicker on. i hear the faint rustle of trees as the satellites begin their search patterns again. clicking and whirring, happy to be awake again.
tilt. slow soft surrender. and i drift. icarus with wings of memory and wax. here is it is sun day forever. look up. see? thats me waving. i love you.