It flew from my head

A page flew from my head
Who am I to make this thing walk?
Who was I when I did?

I flew from a stand
Just a jump in the air
A jump in the right direction

The streets below like strands
Up they went, they too ran
Tumbling, weaving land

Word scritches like a scream
plays me on the right team
And I fall to my dreams

From Air to floor to knees to face
I Try to keep up with cancer-like rates
of a killer-kindled case

Nostrils breath earthen dust
Smell of iron, smell of rust
Then up again, with a gust

He revs to reveal true parts
He stands to steal rouge hearts
He ups to urge new march