A man in a sports jacket and pants.
His feet perched like a flamingo.
There is no ground, only sky and backdrop of steel and glass.
The orientation is all wrong.

It like a Magritte painting.
Except…

The picture has been scrubbed from the databanks.
Erased form reaility.
It cannot be what happened.
The mind has a hard time when confronted with strange facts.
Cannot make sense of what ….
The camera did not see what it saw.
It was a trick of the light.
That day.
We sanitize our memories.
The past grows gray and fuzzy.
Somethings are too bleak to be remembered.

But this happened.

This fall.

A man jumping into the hands of god.

They  never hit the ground.
(not ever) 

Never forget.
Not ever.