The Ravine

I hope you don’t collapse

Because the water flows fast

Through the gorge

Through the gap

You can soar

Through the cracks

Gored with a splash

A contorted mass

Because the water flows fast

And it can roar

In the black

And as it tore

Through the vast

A phantom at last

Abandons his past

But before he’ll pass

Screams from the underbelly

Seems come undone, undaring

Scenes left his wonders wary

Dreams from asunder, staring

Up

And to the light

Stuck

In a moving tide

Struck

The feelings fine

Cut

With another line