Reverse Catenary

To catapult is improvisational.
Landing will surprise.

The rise, the ride is it.
To fame or market’s bottom.

Who is there
For your arrival? Will

You be gladden
by their waiting? Or

Removed from all
Caring in a flash.

I’m watching those
Fly overhead without

A seeming care. Two
Minds are observable:

Those with their eyes
shut tight

And those going wide-eyed
Toward glory or the abyss.

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