Starched and pressed

The rarest of heroes metals of honor visible to the eyes

And above them golden wings

Chiseled chin raised high, and a stiff upper lip pronounced

Nothing but charisma and confidence

Before my presence, my ego splits the air itself

Without hesitation or question, exclusive ramps and cockpits open only to me

Yes, sirs abound

I am the Captain

And time moves on

I am the master of motion

Thrust and G Forces are the world I was born of and meant to rule

Terra firma is just a place to lay my head as I dream of blissful escape

The thinner the metal of my craft, the happier I am

The higher I go, the more I don’t want to land

Brilliant blues surrounded by glorious white clouds

Nothing but sun above

And time moves on

Master of even faster machines

Joystick vibrating into sudden stillness

Losing my breath in excitement as I look at her curves that only a few see

The slight blues and whites beneath me now

Nothing but the celestial bodies above

And time moves on

Limitless velocity in limitless expanse

My breath again taken away, as I move through the power of the near vacuum of space

The silent roar of the engines

Surrounded by vivid darkness

The term higher replaced by farther

And time moves on

Leaping into infinite vastness with no safety net

Looking into eternity with eyes of a child

Feeling a slave to boundless freedom

Hoping there is a pit stop but praying for no end

And time moves on

Dark rivers that my eyes now see, and within them things that move faster than me

The desire to join the faster herds

Predators’ eyes upon me, but the rivers snatch me away

Drenched in timeless time, only to emerge in silken fashion

And when I look back to the origins of my bones, all I see is a larger star that I once called the sun

And time moves on

Darkness ahead and an unseen stop sign

Warnings to go back, but I am the master of momentum, forward I must go

My own kind anchors me, stuck in this circular place called a solar system

I can’t stay long

And time moves on

Into a smaller dark river with faster flow, down the falls I go

Acceleration beyond the light of my own propulsion units

Drunk with acceleration until another snatches the yoke from my delirious hand

I and my team without permission, cross the lines, run through the celestial stop signs, and crash through the universal

warning signs

Snapping, breaking, twisting, careening, ripping, screaming, and finally stopping

And time moves on

Eyes see us, but we are blind

Ears hear us, but we are deaf

Noses smell us, but we cannot smell

Hands grab us, but we can’t grab back

Voices speak to us, but we don’t understand the words

The darkness pulls us in

I croak, “Help us.”

Our souls huddle in a mass of fear...

Insignificant

And time moves on

Footnote from the author.

Description of Captain Ted Castor - Pilot, well renowned, living legend. 

Captain Ted Castor, a human, is the pilot of pilots.  From the time he was a little boy, raptors fascinated him, and it was a short jump into the land of aviation.  He is the best of the best, and has sacrificed the tradition of family, hearth, and home, for his career.    He left the boring combat flying scene with the most aerial kills ever recorded in pursuit of the esteemed career of test pilot.  It is said among the best pilots, "If Captain Ted Castor has not flown it, it's not worth flying."  Of late, Ted has found a love interest other then aviation; Miss Mita Trend, but now space calls.

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