Cliff

The silence folds itself within the stone,
A rhythm pressed in shadow through my chest.
I stand, a figure carved by weight alone,
The rule I made dissolves beneath the rest.

The cliff resounds, its cadence pulls me near,
Yet distance binds me fast within its chain.
The ground beneath repeats what I won’t hear,
I leap in thought, but never touch the plain.

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