A benzilic reaction is taking place inside your chest. Your blood is a peat bog in the caverns yawning wide and you can’t even see it. But don’t take a strickle to the reaper inside, thick histols diagonally cut inside, gigatonnes in carbon in principle renewable, but won’t you dandle yourself, please. Or perhaps take up the cly. Try your hand at theft, find you’re a poor beggar. You’ve sold all that’s left of you, haven’t you? All little that you became until you were extinguished again.
But you’re not dead.
Dig deep within, beneath the loam, beneath time-slow growth where mountains are quick. Grab a fistful, black and green that liquid gold — make sure to bring some back to yourself. Then do as you did before and pretend at sustainable harvest — abolish the battlefield you rent yourself out as until you’re haggard. Keep your knuckles tight. Invent a gliderport. Put yourself at the forefront. With your other hand, remember that fungus is needed too, the autumn season so pretty — but gunpowder is an effective sterilizer and mycelium is hard to find. Find some anyway — gravedirt-beast you, strangething you; bring some of yourself with you wherever you go. Implant it under your skin, slide it into your nailbed visible through the smokeglass of keratin. Blow the lights out and see the stars for once and for what they truly are: a million destinations. Open the wings of the glider and activate the runway fans, then last-minute ditch your glider — let it fly away now, peat inside, last batch you ever cooked before your land died — and grab your gyrocopter. You’re too impulsive for a glider anyway; you like change. You want to decide when you follow the wind.
Set it all up again. Glider in the distance. For now, you’ll follow it. Fly.
A short prose poem about giving oneself up until nothing is left except for the part that you saved on a whim and realizing too late that you'll never see the best parts ever again and surreptitiously changing your course, thinking you'll go one way and then choosing yet a different path midway through.