Arise

Late hours, in the bleak flourocent light, a glimpse of the future. Icarus succeds, the laboratory's cleansing, quiet calm. Reality seems far away and drifting further.
I lie to hide from my pain, sickened, weakened, frightened one. I tried to be the master of gravity, but I came down with a smash of reality.
Long hours of experiments on my body, an attemt to shake the history of science.