Amidst The Depths Of Bisection Poem by Kyle Deering

Atop this mountain,
Amidst the purple and red clouds,
I gaze deeply into the chasms.
The sweet sting of ice neath my feet,
I reach out to the beauty splayed before me.
Embracing the depths of such splendor,
Progeny of the lifeless earth.
Into the chasms I fall for time felt eternal,
Leaving behind the beauty of this event cosmos.
Within the core of this massive chasm,
Neath the deepest depths,
I am met with the one yet again.
I am within once more,
Yet again I am alive,
Yet again I have died.