Vertical

The hand of God leaves him within the skies

Terrified with his eyes shut he Flies

He feels water around his hands

warm and comfortable he doesn't fright

he gently opens his eyes to find

Darkness still, with holes of light

he moves his hands,the waters fly

he feels the wood around him from eight sides

...

Terrified with his eyes searching he freefalls

he places his back straight with the wood

with all his might he springs his legs

breaking a side, he can finally see

light and wooden spears rushing towards he

the longer he waits the faster it goes

Heavy breath

He turns his box, looking at the hand of God

he knows of what is to be

...

Terrified with his eyes set he falls

The closer he gets to ground below

sands fill his eyes

Blurry images of land and blue

The closer he gets,

he feels the box is smaller he can't bare to move

the closer he gets,

his breath hardens, his lungs aren't rising

Close,

his eyes close