the weight of heavens are pressing enough on us inflatable beasts down here - where all is tempered and tolerable. here, we crawl with pleasure when time allows and run in pain when it doesn't. here we stand our ground, dull on duty - a smile on our face like the shiny mask of a knight. here, we dance with the fish only when they circle around our heads.
but what if the fish don't fly any more. what if the deal is off and it's all just back to what if ever was, ever will be; the laws replaced firmly and binding and oh i'm so sorry?
this world is too big to ponder. it just turns, inertia forever, and those who give one are to be damned for good. let's not talk about freedom no more. nobody wants to run away.
Nicely done! THIS is a good thing about PB... I remember techniques that I have tried once and then forgotten! Did this start out as a panorama?? And I do like your writing... it has just the right balance between cynicism, humor, smack of reality, and fantasy.