Express, baggage and all...

Before the Fall - At a Hundred and Twenty K's an Hour

My vehicle plunges into a powerful current,

a deep flowing river. It all happens so fast,

and no... I don't see it coming. I'm thrown

clear, a bobbing cork sucked downstream

towards turbulent white waters. I call out to

silhouetted figures along a rocky shoreline.

My voice, drowned by the rushing pour, is

but one among all the voices that ever were.

If only someone could hear me, they'd surely

try to help. The futility of the struggle releases

me to grok my insignificance, my true human

inheritance, being just one among the many

swept along on this immeasurable movement

of cosmic energy, this interwoven stream of

desire, longing, and dream. By the thundering

roar, I sense I'm fast approaching a maelstrom

of probability, inevitable fall toward my destiny.