This tunnel
narrows as I go
Stones slip
underfoot
Air thickens
with mountain
constrictions
A hand my hand
is unheard
by crevasse

This tumbling
into
This settling
onto flanks
of volcanoes
who would burst
who would yelp
sulfurous steam
at our act's out

This is to be
some **** thing
and I rescue steam
and vitriol exploding out
from an evening
of sublime gone wrong
what happens
you expediency
of watching

I am rocking
this tissue
and
not belonging