Beside Cliffs and Chasms - Kardashev

The view given to me is vast

Seemingly infinite

If there is an end, I do not know it

There is no curve of Earth

Just the unending axis that crosses the cradle

Where cardinals are born

And the last frost of winter makes way

For the first rose to grow

Hands on the edge of the cliff

Stone-texture, awake!

Great depths of land, whisper!

Here I stand as a stranger

Yet each crack in the Earth

I have seen here before

Hear me, fluttering winds.

Take back the breaths that I’m made of

I cannot see more, yet I can see clearly

All things that I have lost I can now find again

My language never heard

My name soon forgotten

Power above, cradled below —

Flawless in design!

A shadow!

Sun-zealous sky!

Sidling earth!

Place of my birth!

«Hear me, fluttering winds.

Take back the breaths that I’m made of.»

I cannot see more, yet I can see clearly

All things that I have lost I can now find again