Sanded winds spread throughout that mirky air,
clouded, dirtied wall of rock and loss,
stone monuments await
to judge my failings, and they will,
and I look upward, my climb
in pieces, no lift nor vehicle
to raise me skyward,
this trek unscalable, impossible,
and yet, I must undertake.

I will not succeed, I will not make
it to that top, but I will go on
because it is required,
jumping between
these shaky platforms holding
mess after trap, ready to snap
and clamp my rise
I must go,
only ever forwards,
no one ever could go back.