Slide, 'lanche, Lists of ladders Rung out Structural corruption Hands won't hold While feet trail above Which upside points Down the steeper grade Looking back, we might have Blown away, in elements, The opposite of fire With or without A shoulder boulder Forces are malign And of course against The evens, as odd as My witness, inconsistent Signature move Craggy, sharp, high, Like yesterday morning Assigned to winter Just above base campers Cold toes and frigid thoughts