Part Two

Born from the pinnacles, these have

been swept up by the fickle

falls of the silent crying cascades.

as they scattered their selves

into a jagged malaise.

 

With a laissez faire and burdened

posture they lean closer to the

blackening edge

and what was to be found with

all expressed articulation,

nothing to be reflected and

none to be echoed.

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