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Tiered Haiku

The sun is long gone
Eyelids heavy in dark dusk
Beat Mass Effect 2

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

A Second Stretch: The stretching

Vance Diamond looked down upon Babe Island from space. The twin peaks of its two volcanoes hard in the chill of the upper atmosphere. He had never attempted a Super-Halo Jump, but he was pretty sure it would be no problem.

"Sir," said some guy on the government plane, "We are over the Babes. Your landing zone is between the two mountains."

"Yes, I know," said Vance, "That's my favorite place to go." He gave an off-hand salute, the index and pointer finger vaguely close to one another over his eyebrow and then away- as if to say: See you, I have to do something awesome now. And he jumped into the ionosphere. One man and the world. Vance Diamond.

As he rocketed towards the Babe Mountains, falling at just a bit faster than terminal velocity, Vance began to anticipate the friction of this maneuver and how it would heat him up. Down, Down, his eyes focused on that magical spot between the mounds. He could feel the heat now, and his anticipation was raising. The peaks were hidden by a thin veneer of misty clouds, only a vague shadow gave any inclination they were there. For some reason, not being able to see them excited Vance even more. Very soon, he would.

Down. Down. Rocketing to the Babes. He could admire their lush slopes. Down. Down. There! There were the peaks! Beautiful and glistening after their recent shower of moist air. Then Vance was past them, and he saw his target, the smooth crevasse between the twin mountains. He landed firmly and eagerly, taking a moment to savor the musky warmth of the terrain.

The mission was on.