climbing

people laugh in their movements

the lifting of each limb is an art

when confidence easily strings

a body that remembers the melody

and postures familiarly shape

the shy sights trying to balance

a point of hold where relief rests

on the walls grips sneering severely

there was a time that these spaces

delivered the oblivion I sought for

from the daily stamina lazily stored

in the dance perpetrating absolution

it was a race to become one's own

pillar of reflective alien celebration

as the hands and teeth chattered

for glory each one harbored to steal

and I among all that came to be

was willing to find that delaying

that in the fading light would have

certainly revealed the lonely way home

no more shall the faces of friends

cover with convenient kindness

the toren veil that in forgetfulness

did not return your features anymore

and I am where I still wish I did not

have to stay to present a parade

of a self posture that has separated

the intellect from imagined feelings

now pending abstract resolution

for predicaments to be matched

with the spaces growling exclusion

from the emerging circumstances

that rocked us at the slope extremities.