I conversed through raindrops
after shopping the clouds
on my night of ascent
to the chilled peak
of my chosen mountain
Lingering on the cliff,
I saw the edge begin to crumble
into a fine dust
which the people down below
never felt
yet breathed
The ore was easy to disseminate
from the Crowd constantly
bumbling about
nothing
which never changed
the plight:
my view of you is superb
though the edge crumbles
as if my gaze
burned rock
You would not climb,
so I had to fall for you
Since abandoning the top, I
have never felt
yet bleed