cliff

caught in an inflaming gust

the blustering luft 

that weathers the brow 

crossed
and double crossed
my unborn face

caught in the browning
signs of mud, sand and stone
the open room wettenned
in sheer moments, dropped
with the moan of liquid
sphere-by-sphere
a tidal groan

in the ashen clash 

of vital solvent

staring at the edge 

and the hole it punctuates

with an umbilical gaze

i found myself
transfixed
by what we leave
when we leave