Behold the Flying Graysons
The spectacle you are about to witness has never before been attempted in front of a live audience, a double-slick backflip, a triple kowtow directly into a drinking glass full of subconscious self-consciousness.
They have trained rigorously for this stunt, long nights spent in dark mountain savagery, swinging from metaphor to clumsy hard-won image, and as you can see, ladies and gentlemen, there is no safety net beneath them.
The tightrope has been traversed, time and again; the balance beam has been bested. It is this, the greatest challenge, the task beyond words, that remains.
They are completely safe.
Well, they are probably completely safe.
Realistically, nothing in life is completely safe. What if they slip?
The Flying Graysons are winking over the horizon like the setting sun, fancy footwork from pose to pose; they truly seem like pros. There may be others out there like the Flying Graysons, but watching them skim the clouds, grimaces of effort and concentration invisible in the silver wisps, it seems impossible.
3 comments:
You write in such an amazingly nifty way, Jason. :P Truly.
The slow-down sort of irritates me, but I feel like it's supposed to sort of irritate me. So I can deal.
Good writin, discovered by mere chance.
Bravo!
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