Granite Descent

Headless
What it felt like
Descending

Ravenous
Back broke
To see behind us

Mystics running
In mist
Steps thundering

As the canopy of seas
Spill unto seekers
Clouds spikes seeping

Down through stems
Spull mystic mist
As hammering fist

Down
A two-hour slope
Of dirt and rock

Hoping to not
Slip
On fogged cobble

Wet
From disembowled
Storm clouds

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