Face up
Left foot. Right hand. Right foot. Left hand.
One on top of the other until you run out of face.
It’s a bit crumbly up here
A bit windy and uncertain…
Definitely dangerous.
And if you look down the drop might make you sway so
You keep your eyes up
And although it’s hard to see how far you’ve come without tumbling back down
The inquietude is worth the view from the top.
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