Don't need to say it
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)