Traveler, what you seek

Will be denied as ever the air
unbeckoned beneath an eaglet’s wing
spills and loses shape. Many before
have arrived at this grim station high
above the dale, lush with truths trifoliate
pinned their chests and full of verve only
to be bent with the task of unwinding.

Your language is long and of no concert
here. No congress shall be made
with the maker of things and no hands
will subdue the fall. Step now as only
one step needs be taken. Take nothing
but the ungraspable into your mouth,
into your palms, into the eyes of our descent.

Image: David Ruiz on Unsplash

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