KITE'S EYE EXTINCTION.

  A kite’s eye extinction (which included the eventual extermination of almost all kite forms, including the scissor-tailed kite, the bat hawk, the whistling kite, the war kite, the letter-winged kite, and the electric kite) was a type of sky erasure that appeared on multiple occasions, most notably in the era of East Hestia.  These episodes typically involved an intersection and disintegration of the continental and atmospheric border, and may have been instrumental in divorcing the culture from the control and surveillance of supracontinental forces.   
  Certain sources describe killing the kite’s eye for a variety of purposes, such as measuring distances, lifting men, testing the wind, and mythological signaling, but the true residue of the extinction was unknown.  It has been suggested, though not without controversy, that the cultural center of gravity, spinal curve, and balance of tension may have played a role in it’s occurrence, and that the extinction could have been prevented through the management of fear, anger, or the inhibition of normal behavior.  Skeptics have argued that the extinction was unlikely the cause or responsibility of continental inhabitants, rather it was more likely the will of a restless afterlife (either maternal or paternal) or the result of a rupture and separation that had spread out of the Hereafter’s control.
  Regardless of origin, exposure to continental and atmospheric conflict and instability at an early age often had negative consequences.  For still developing children, the lack of supracontinental surveillance was a direct emotional stressor and cause for discomfort, anxiety, and self-doubt.  In addition, as neither color dissolution nor total cloud decay were natural features of the continents, observing this phenomenon was often accompanied by a sensation of tingling, pricking, or numbness of skin (parasthesia), or on occasion may have even lead to partial or complete loss of motor control (paralysis). In most cases, the longer the “erasure” lasted the stronger the sensory detachment tended to be.  Those children who viewed and survived a kite’s eye extinction may have responded to the event in a variety of ways, though many came to consider the chaos of non-commitment as a grey moment, a give-away crisis, or necessary cause for creation.

One body, indivisible.  
  Wind was thin and stripped and wilted, kite’s eyes were widened to stripes in the sky.  Jillison stared alone and my neck stiffened instead.  All I could see was cloud tissue torn to clumps and sulfur, I had to hold the ground to keep from throwing up.  It’s not that no one was watching us, it’s that who was supposed to never did. 
  Jillison said she could make out shadows of St. Anesthesia in the air, a new atmosphere of creased gray, slate, concrete.  She told me there was no use trying not to look, there were more exposures coming.   She said, hold on to me.
  Another assault, another accident.  Spine snapped in half.   Full or partial paralysis.  Little movement or growth.  There is no such thing as an honest extinction.

  This is where we came from: 
   First sky (mother) was tired,  the second sky (father) was dead as they used to be, the third sky (you and I) was tired again.  After that I lost track. 
Hands deaf and quiet and covered in cloth, that was called a childhood.  

  If the kites were older now, held up only by crutches of sky, if our strings were alone and touching and alone again.  
  Jillison caught me alive and hiding.  Maybe, I caught her too?  I never knew which one of us was blind and which wanted to change.  Who rented which vision, and on what terms? 
  Fixed and fallen anchors from the Hereafter (hospital) on down.  Nothing lasts forever, effects of Heaven included.

   "Evidence of absence is not absence of evidence.
   "Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence."

A faceful of blowout fractures.  A cavity in each cloud, irises resized by lack of light, same blank injuries for anyone to see. 
  Jillison looked to the sky like an escape clause or a process of elimination was up there somewhere.  She said the erasures wouldn’t all go at once.
  Suns stolen or out of socket, it was if you didn’t even recognize me anymore.  Did I still look like color loss to you too?  Numb to what trauma blindness test now?  Did you ever want to get better?  
  Jillison, I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me.  Jillison, I would be lying if I said I could look at you without the sky collapsing all around me.

  Just show them a shadow Jillison, it doesn’t have to be enough to become a target (all over again).
  Use conditions if you have to (no iris, no window, no index of the external trauma).  Please.  Jillison, I can’t stay topside anymore.  Dusk was leftover.  Dawn was forced fed.   When I wasn't careful I could only see what else a sky could do. 
  Tether your extinction to wind if you have to. Anywhere else but here.

  This is where we came from: 
  Sky quaked until the ambulances were wide awake on our street.  Red lights flashing, white lights screaming, full orbital floor collapse.  
  It was if you barely recognized me, loneliness walled up and losing white in the usual way.  Scattered topside with the rest of them, I still needed someone.   

  Woke up to an empty waiting room, kite corpses covering the bed, knots wrapped into a noose around my neck.  I told myself not to forget and then I left a note instead.
  Trust me, Jillison, they aren’t even trying to protecting us, they are letting it happen on purpose.   How many skies do you need to blind not to know by now?   What evidence of absence are you still looking for?
  Eye to eye, Jillison they're trying to kill us here.  Paralysis is an empty apology, extinction has a point, they aren’t your parents anymore.