Fear of Stupid

On edge at cloud's end
Window seat. Emergency exit.
"Don't pull the lever!"
That red lever?
What will I feel?
Freedom!
Peace.
Final...
Stupid?
"Please fold your trays."
"We are about to land."

Peace

Beyond loneliness,
They say,
Lies peace.
And after?,
I ask.
"Desolation."
Rebellion.
But even the enemy's left.
Emptiness,
So complete,
The peace deafens you,
Hammers you into submission.
Into death.
And so,
finally,
ultimately,
to peace.

Uncertainty

Its jaws
don't open wide.
They slide.
Not roaring,
but whirring.
Teeth don't gleam
pearly white.
They glow
dimly
when pressed right.
"Third floor please."