To Crash To crash to go screaming scorching soaring ever vertical, backwards, an array of color, demon yellow and crackling red ember, buzz against the backwash of the blue sea of sky, twisting turning tumbling, back hand springs with lead feet, dragging you screaming by the roots of your hair, into oblivion, the ground crumbling beneath the hull, the core of your very being smashed, crushed, crumpled like bits of paper, the bones tear from the ligaments, your knees intertangled and evertwined with your elbows, in the fuel efficient hellhole, flames casting shadows ever higher against the blackened festering fleshwound of your broken back, with the glass windows you can always see, always reach, but can never, ever break...