The cracks in the pavement interrupt each step, While I balance on the precipice of a solid rock slept No fear of descending as I stand ten feet tall, I lean in and wash my hands in the water that falls A hurricane approaches while I leap over a volcano, The eruption scolds my feet as the wind takes my halo Landing in a field, my aching feet comforted by grass, My eyes squint to the sun and weep tears of glass Holding onto the wind, I grasp the oxygen in my hands, while it travels through my grip onto the next ...solitary man.
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