You feel it on the approach,
The unknown, unknowable,
The void.
A mix of postcard beauty and insecure footing.
A fear of where you’re headed,
Ultimately. It’s quite but for
The wind,
Distant rockfall,
And the sound of your own deep breaths.
You feel it on the approach,
The unknown, unknowable,
The void.
A mix of postcard beauty and insecure footing.
A fear of where you’re headed,
Ultimately. It’s quite but for
The wind,
Distant rockfall,
And the sound of your own deep breaths.