I fly in the deep dark night past jostling fears of failure and falling, none of which matters much anymore now that the rain beats into the windows and the horizon is speckled with black clouds. We lurch on like a bullet train out of a pistol tunnel headed straight for an inevitable leap straight out of reality and into a world where the climbing higher takes on meaning in dimensions other than just the physical; our souls climb the celestial ladder together with just enough time to finish what we started in the early budding flower season when all relationships are happy just by virtue of two people having to come together; higher, here—things are more dire now and the risk is higher on both sides, deeper, higher into the more than physical divine sky and crashing, earthward back into a very physical and almost primal nature which is certainly a step backward from the ancient godly life that our love has taken on.