Wonderment of this vantage point,
The panorama which must exist,
From such a domineering height,
Perchance led to undertake the climb.
A yearning for the brisk, flowing air,
Its cooling yet relentless buffeting,
Seeking to fight against its will,
It is conceivable led me to clamber here.
You, knowing me all too well,
Perceive my transparency.
You, witness to weary traveler,
Certainly see through my ruse.
You know my plight.
You sense my pain.
You are aware of my infirmity.
You too must feel the weight of my burden.
I am not here to gain perspective.
I am not here to feel wind on my face.
I have come here to peer into the void,
To gaze down upon my own mortality.
I am a coward and cannot go,
Beyond the edge thus to meet,
The sting of death today,
For that will come in nature’s time.
But I must for just a moment,
Seize control of my doom.
To glare into death’s own eyes,
To declare that this is not the time.
Brought nigh unto my end,
I can now smell its stench.
And can now depart this perch,
Confident that I must live.
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