White lines, br Bright lights, br Converging parallels br Aligning my perspective with infinity; br Arrows aiming me at an insubstantial eternity, br Hanging, br Disconcertingly inevitable, br Barely a heartbeat, br Hardly a hairsbreadth, br The other side of the vanishing point. br br Then; well, then it would be br The other end of Alice’s hole; br The me in the mirror; br The meeting the Maker: br The me or br Not me. br br br It was all too easy to imagine the imagery: br The what should bes, br The what just might bes; br It was all beginning to fall into place on paper: br But then the runway fell away, br The vanishing point I could no longer see br And I was, br Well, br Still me. br br br (Written on take off at Luton....