We do tricks with emergency landings
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ for the āhāra & to stretch out.

No parachute, wingsuit -
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ just a snowboard.

I hit a blind ramp the speed it wanted,
flew off the face of a hillside.

1440 for the aerodynamics
Terror sense has been …sitized.

Carving air like ice underwater,
vinyāsa autopilot improvise.

Dṛṣṭiing topography, squirrelly trajectory -
Pearly gates eventually will get to me.

Near–terminal velocity, tail-bonk fluff off
a local peak; look how graceful I am.

This is a way free from violence
wrought by another’s hand.

The choppy floor pacing below
opens a gulch to fold in;
groke, I can hold the plank. ‎
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Final score, 88.