The edge of you looks out over the rocks toward the desert floor
The dry breeze inhaled the salt in the air the euphoria of heights
The humm of the land the invitation in the sky
eternally offering itself up so high
You look down a piece of the rock shifts under foot
shooting downward hundreds of meters below
dizzying emotion of it as you secure yourself
Sun the only contender heating the grey
illuminating the mad buzzards
Their swirling patterns at first predictable
Then they veer off on an angle
dangerous and hungry
like the heights you've reached
where oxygen begins to be leached
Where night freezes every surface a few inches inside
So check the parachute one last time
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