Yarlung Canyon

Underneath the skin a place reverberates

Chasms so deep they appear bottomless

Mirroring canyons the world over

Yarlung, Kali, Grand

Cuts in the dust of the Earth’s crust

One misstep could mean the end

Falling endlessly as if from space

Or through space with no sense

Of direction. The more you tumble

The harder it is to claw yourself back

To what you once saw yourself as

Because once you are in that canyon

The HP of your soul depletes until

You have nothing, nothing, nothing

Left to give.

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