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[Arahim]

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Crescent shaped, sullen, grey
there is a cliff overlooking a great forest hidden.

Verdant, redolent.
The air heavy with memory,
painted, spilt ink in the night.

The swishing of a thousand arms.
Tree limbs. Boughs shaking loose dry leaves.
Song like breath climbing ancient crags shadowed.
Broken stone, crevasse
draped in chaos,
lichen, vine, and moss.

Spiderwebbed wrist and ankle.
Gossamer filaments link heaven to earth.
Uncertainty walks footfalls to the edge.

Imbibing the evening's chill.
Cloaked in winds.
Crystal glinting eyes of archaic Gods above,
Forgotten. Remembered. Or dreamed.

To stand alone,
and so high,
but to cast one's eyes so low.

Bring then the World's audience to me.
From pernicious precipice, I cannot be touched.
I can but fall, or fly.