naked skydiving

skydiving naked
through a hailstorm
but inside out
outside in
anxietal downpours
on the fragile pane
of untempered soulglass
sending fractures
bolts of panic
through the cheesecloth
mind of a man
slowly driven mad
by the burden
of consciousness
a conceit of funhouse mirrors
distorting dysmorphic
blindspots on the son
incapable and
doggedly determined
to pilot his craft
into a fiery oblivion
of all the broken pieces
where a human ceased being
a walking nub of bare nerves
skydiving nude
through an onslaught
of lemon juice rain
a wet rainbow of
entrails flapping with
no promise of a
pot of gold at the end


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