Mountainous forests of green, reaching for blue skies
on jagged cliffs and rocky crags.
Taking hold of jutting rocks, placing feet where they
feel most sturdy, clutching a mountain side, not really
seeing it's fantastic scenery.
Yet, feeling whole and amazed at a wondrous freedom
set inside my soul.
Perched on a precarious rhyme of life, suddenly gazing
to the left, seeing still blue waters below, reflecting
in it's depths my position in mid-air, tenacious as it
is.
Such is the fragility of everyday life, sitting in it's
lacy fragile crystal of space.
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