Snowboarding, Sierra Nevada, 12/31/03

It is as if The laws of physics have ceased to occupy their rigid calculations and begin to dance, like demons convulsing below me into unpredictable flickering planes, angels which carry me swiftly through their personal dimensions, then dropping me down into my own spatio-temporality; would that I could find the top of the infinite high, and soar down eternity passing through future, coexisting in memory