standing over the edge of the widest chasm- a body to careen without control- eyes swollen with tears of rememberence- it's so calm and deep and clean-
but there are no clean breaks- but we already knew- the air with a numb chill- but we already knew-
brilliant blue looks down from above- all thickness but clean and dry- on a cold and solitary figure- afraid of the depths below-
feet sewn to the ground- but we already knew- the air it breathes for you- but we already knew-
waste high in deep panarama- life moves forward below your feet- unswollen and unspoken depths- all calm in its frenzy
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