Ballooning Poem by Gordon R Menzies

I have climbed to a high place
to taste the buffeting wind
and see with many eyes, the
interlace of crashing timelines
and you rappelling down, a
long-legged spider denied prey
loosing the knots of your old web
slashing free the old anchors
removing the near invisible, the
obvious, the evidence of you
and far below, the web-spun
husks of those you drained
of heart's blood passing, dried
to dust and lovelorn ashes

and you, you still rising high
on lust and loss and lie
in empty altitudes
good-bye