Untitled, in memory of memories [version]

I was too vulnerable,
helpless,

and I knew it
and to validate my screaming

senses,
planes crashed and all-at-once

I'm not on the ground
but there's concrete under my feet
and I do remember

where I was flying
and I ended

up,
in the slow

motion
sounds

of everything
burning.
~~~~~~~~~
calaya
~~~thanks a lot for the read. look forward to c& c, if you please. I noted
this as a version because, elsewhere, i've posted it with a varied tense, a
slight change in line breaks, a slight change of title and replacement of
one word. For whatever all that's worth...<G>