Expedition

One tentative step, then another, bolder, breaching vastness unbounded. It is the resolute study of empty pages hopeful of a happy ending to what is yet written It is predatory bloodlust too intense and transcendent of the present. Contracted muscles, surging adrenaline, narrowed vision, and felled prey. Everything else shrinks, momentarily, to nothing 'til time catches up. It is an embrace, accepting, fully ignorant, but sweetly, all that lurks, creeps, lies in wait, just around the bend with a deceptive grace. A plummet, cascading free-fall, awash in misty glee, upheld by angel wings and the river recklessly toppling over a cliff. Blinding swirling passions disorientation, oblivion, battered but alive. Alive and confident still. 09/02/15