The angle of depression does not vary.
Without fail, your face will hit the ground
at said time if you jump
the bird unlearned
how to fly will thump when

But where it goes?

No one knows how many beats of wings
it takes to get to undisclosed place
of comfort of cloud
of stratosphere strung out
cotton-candided bliss
of balanced suspension

And it is hard to walk somewhere unknown
internal compass blown away
no step stepping tip toed
careful forethought
about hypotenused guard dog nose
It is uncharitable how to elevate
balance is unstill
keep fluttering
there are no constants
no formulaic equations.