Flip Abysm
Pull lever, reset, naught.
Pull lever reset, naught.
Equipment so damn janky.
I’m huffing bladed air.
Fairyfly swatted, bruised.
Encountered a tarantula
hawk wasp. Puddle painted
me sullied. I’ll return better.
None are over. Gradually
adhere patches. I have a
base; I enthusiastically
crafted an alright foundation.
Did that lifetimes ago. I’m
steady getting better. My
existence is goodly evidence.
Wiry, I try dependable.
Propulsion, progress, rope
ladder floppy sloppy.
Job interview mayhap
a dreaded, stressful clip.
Actually vertiginous fear
is practically assured. Once
that light switch clicks off,
air is easier.
Mentality scour, search,
find. Boulder zips innately.