I see hard, stark
rock gating that never opens. Sharp mountain arcs of preventative
outcrops. Past certain ledges, I see sustenance is not possible,
these dark sides. All of existence with steep limitations. Severe. Unyielding.
Each locked-in place. Every block to every ragged edge a barrier to ascension
and then the clouds shift and I see merely a scenic ridge. Wandering.
Against a startling firmament.
