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
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