July 20, 2006
Hanging from my tools.
Dripping brittle draping icefall.
A lifetime in every swing, remember that.
See the perfect placement point, then bow the head.
Shattered shards on helmet and shell.
Step up in, brave the freezing water.
Every drop that runs down me
Is one more that does not
Grow the canopy, rivulet into pinnacle. |
