Spatial Disorientation

Sent in a vision, to aerial views You send me thus, burnt into the blue in a panic of upside, of right side, of down You palpitate ozones and spin me around The land is a span to be pierced, flying higher The sky is my foothold to walk undesired while all of my instruments tell me I'm wrong I hold off on turning a little too long An angle of nose diving into the sea when all of my feelings communicate me and the world as I know it lights up in a flash when "up" becomes "down" in a serpentine crash...