 I could see my own anonymous face in that show, pasted above a word or two about my love of swimming in the ocean and my weakness for sentimental balance, where what's missing and gone is half the song. I drowned in a flood of burning jet fuel. Dawn was looking like up when I jumped with my brains on fire. I ran from the falling tower and wandered for days. I followed horse trails through secret pathways. A priest kneels in the powdered ash. The rescue stops for the Holy Ghost and the angel of death to cross paths. Someone calls for the jaws of life.