A Wounded Landscape

There's a crack in the cliff I've been sleeping in.

The darkness pulled together,
Magnetic and synthetic.

But if the earth can tear apart
Just enough for me to fall in.

It will tear apart again.
Let me out.

Breathe. Ascend.

Contents in A Canyon

In the cavernous depths
Of our boundless cliffs

We climb.

Cracking in the waterless abyss
Immeasurable, alive and fighting.

Knowing it is impossible to crumble,
Omniscient of this concrete existence...

We shall carve our names
In stone.