With The Gargoyles

Out of the window
with the gargoyles I stand
where the air is thin and damp.

The world’s majesty is
everywhere
it thunders through me
with each look,
sound and stare.

I’m an explorer, wielding a claw hammer
wet with blood and
melting ice.

The ground rumbles beneath me;
I am a thousand feet tall,
a monster of
hyperbole.

We have rolled, slid and slithered
immersed in
the grit of life
where dreams germinate
and fulfil untold prophesies.

The ledge is shallow; feet squirm
for grip as
jets scream overhead.

My heart is a chaos of
yearning and wonder and
when I fall
it stops
beating.

#365DaysOfPoetry

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