'In the throws...' - JLG Clift

In the throws of an outrageous
passion for the impossible I leap
and confess my birthing cries
from level ground
into the free fall

I cannot see the bottom
and i know that the
mires of darkness
will cleanse the sight
from my eyes soon

Never again will I
see, nor will i hear
nor will i smell
the pungent swells
of a glacial city
what a pity
that now i am
bound to the darkness
of these cascading caves
my vision slave to the
endlessness of
what could be
what might be
my mind free to
walk the unknown
alone

what a pity
to be so far from the city
to be so deep
into the unreal
failing to feel
what can be touched

why would you
when you can exist
in awe
of the untouchable?