Outperformance
Wading lonely across those crepuscular straits, clambering up shores of slick burning shingles, feet scoured by flattened dunes of bones and teeth, eyes so worn and tired by the sight of a mournful glare that they carve themselves out their holes, and swim away their bloody pools into the parched soil where they watch in sad torture how the Man at last made his way to the brooding cliff at the farthest end of aeons, smiling faintly at the hostility of a brumal sky and leaps widely, and in the spectral blur of increasing momentum, arms transmute into large wings, and legs fuse together into a mighty swirl of a tail; flying high now, nevermore hostage to any quagmire, unbound travelling beyond the northern anchor in the nightly yonder,towards that wellspring where heroes, poets, and Titans are born.