Like black ice
I don't see it until I'm
(down)
and I've had years
to practice falling
but the air is still
(gone)
and when I look around
the light catches it
impossible refraction
nowhere for miles to
((there is nowhere I can
push and find enough
resistance against the glass slick
to do anything but flail and
if I do stand up
I will take one step and go down
again, launching forward
like a regretful and perhaps
regrettable penguin
and smack there goes
my last chance to breathe
(so I should just stay here))
stand)