Cancer is a car wreck part 3

Cancer is a car wreck

Part 3 of 3

It is like

one of those

national geographic movie scenes

where they are showing you

what it takes

for a large water bird

to learn how to take

its first flight from water.

Opening scene . . . it’s rising up!

on the water, sort of paddling,

then rapidly paddling.

The wings are churning.

The beak is steadfast up.

There is audio smack contact

with the water, either wing or foot

at an ever slowing cadence.

Churn is converted into launch.

It is visually touch and go.

And then boom . . .

somewhere right there

an invisible force called

"the grace of lift" . . . kicks in.

Flight is achieved. . .

cautiously, uneasily , unsurely

but flight,

as if it were more natural

then anything that has come before

life or death . . . is flight . . .

Metaphorically speaking,

almost every birdbrain knows that,

well essentially every fool does also

that in their heart of hearts

that you . . . are on that path

when this flight happens

but many of us

are not foolish enough

to live it alive

but only to conjure it

towards dying.

Your life now

has "trajectory as destiny".

Only one question is left . . .

Now that you've been informed

that you got wings,

how does that self hurl?

Cancer is a car wreck.

You are airborne by some means.

How does that self hurl?

It’s National Geographic’s

in your mind,

flight of body,

or flight of soul?