Now is Falling off the Edge

Intrepid fools up beyond clouds

Rounding up a dream, fingers in the sky

These empty bellies drove, carry every soul

They weaken our resolve, a rediscovered hole

Massively corrupted sheets of iron

Pouring molten heavy through the air


We stride

Upwards and upwards and above

Until it is black and silent, where iron is cast

Where great gloved hands hurl


Void has a most awesome kind of beauty

Vicious and infinite, silent and colossal

Unmoving and without time

So limping we struggle forwards towards two lights

Each blue and crystal white in turn

Revolving upon each other, fantails and sparks

This actual pot, the source of every smelt


All grappling we caress the mountain

Feet raw red and scabbing, twitching and aching

The entrance hides a yearning for company

Hand by hand

Licked lead-soft rivulets stretching

Our salt expulsions corrode where they fall


A contract of tears, the terms of fear

Now is falling off the edge…



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