#dolphin pirates

The logger’s heart was failing. He took a deep breath and looked down. The miner was saying something about the approaching rise of the sun. The logger didn’t listen and flung himself out of the door of the elevator into the air.

The fall was fast and cold, with blur and clarity both, everything a sheet downward while he saw in detail the flying birds, then the treetops, then the red roofs of houses, then doors, then roots, and he fell like a stone and was certain to die if something of a wind hadn’t held and pushed him enough to the right, landing him in the middle of the small newborn lake that was occupied by one swan, one bluebird, and a thousand spinning insects.

He fell and struck through, and the water was like glass, but still it broke beneath him and so then he did not have to break.

FRAGMENTVMThe Third Elevator

Lignator animo fracto animam recepit despexitque. Metallicus solem mox orturum esse dicebat cum dictis inauditis lignator e ianua alta in aera se deiecit.

Occasus celer frigidusque erat magno cursu magna cum tranquillitate et occidens lapis lignator ut proximam tabernam claras aves, summas arbores, rutila domuum tecta, ianuas, radices videbat ut certe moreretur si non parvula aura eum teneret et impelleret in medium lacum parvum quo unus cygnus et caerulea avis et milia insectorum versantum incolebant.

Summa aqua afflicta lacus similis vitri frangebatur ut lictator non debuit frangi.