airshow

i feel sorry for the bottom of the page, even fearful for the journey it awaits over its clear skies. the dark letters accumulate speed like age and become frantic and urgent, slanting in unbecoming diagonals as illegible vapor trails, the sickening loops of the letters nauseating me; enlarged, undulating lower-cases diving towards a conclusion, rushing headlong onto the next page, desperate for an end, throwing all clarity and therefore meaning, to the interpreters waiting upon the nearby airfield in ambulances.