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The Cliff Never Lies

I don't need to
Try and make it right
Try to turn The Fates
Back in my direction
But wherever I land
I am laid bare
Another gasp against
The pounding rain
Flood me with your
Bright story, even
The heavens move for
The king, his joyous
Ravings eternally
Scribed in history's flesh
Against the grain where
Bones turn once again to dust
And is the dust beautiful?
So many questions for the poet
But they keep asking
Once you have taken up
With strings and hands and fire
You can never be brought
To the precipice
Yet what false dreams
We do believe
As the cliff never lies
And the yawning
Below bellows
And so we close our eyes
Forget the fall
And yet always, again
Crash down open
once more to dust