One O'Clock

The climber is reptilian-
but narrower inside and a wanderer
against the chasm wall.
Waterfall shale in the slate color of
war.
Mixture of smoke and sweat
stired by the billowing
wind of heated
timer. There is no time
left to be fought for.

What is left

Only the blue of the sky
in the minds eye
and
so far below
the tattooed earth lounging
with flicking spider-weight
fingers. In bewteen
simply the emptiness
of nothing caressing nothing.

One O'Clock

JessysGirl08

Joined February 2008

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