Universe, far fling me like a smooth flat stone over a calm lake.

Take me within your palm and fingers and cast me side armed on a warm sunny summer’s day to go skipping on that lake.

I want to feel the satisfaction in denying gravity as I fly across the lake surface with an energy not of my own, like being strapped into a rocket breaking the confines of Earth’s mighty pull.

I want to know this freedom, this kinetic intensity, this uncontrolled ride into oblivion, this escape in a moment away from it all.

To forget the pull, and the weight of me.

Instill me with velocity, let me breath in the spirit of Hermes and let me run and skip along the edges of the space and time to venture into a wonderous desolation.

By Philip Wardlow July 1st, 2025