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The Rescuer

loosened by his near fatal misstep, rocks, stones and gravel plummet into the chasm with deathly finality, into what seems to be the very maw of eternity; with the thinnest thread of hope, he seeks the faintest signs from vultures hovering, gliding slow, spiralling down, their shadows on the precipitous sides of the canyon; it dawns on him that when the earth finally claims its own, one just has to let go, be he a creature proud or low, in life, nothing's lost or wasted, dying's just time to go!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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