Rhetoric and Retrospect

As the charcoal mountains of the sky turned

Alongside a river of stone that had yearned

To travel in the company of those

Who soared too far before they decompose

As life rose above to grasp, hold, and kiss

The few who sit silently on outcrops

Pondering answers forged in the abyss

And relocate questions ravaged by elops

I was caught between what is and who is

As I soared and pondered, glaring at life

For they are the ones who drift when it says

And I’m who decomposes without strife

They are impeded, never succeeded

I will have said all I had needed

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