Skydiver

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With renewed thanks to Mr Morgan for his phantoms.

Skydiver “ We have increasingly become phantoms. … To Jupiter to Hell and any place…” I look at you from outer space, I see great rifts, long mountain chains, cyclonic eyes steamed up with rain, white against blue. I need to delve in that membrane that protects you – I might burn through your stratosphere, my heart feels like a meteor. Gravity retracts all my fears. I look a spider in your sky – I’m still looking for your garden, stretch of heather you call Eden, let me open my parachute. It’s like a dream, strangest of game – I braved your shield to hear your song, I dared to dive, I still have stardust on my suit. © Nat Hall 2007


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