Earth moving slower than I, sliding and crushing. Forcing upwards. Fragments worn, waterborne, forming again According to current.
I fight against the upward climb. Dig my toes into the gravel, suck in more air and then, for a moment I am king. Scramble, slip, slide and stumble, inexorable descent. The valley floor in shade The bog which never dries. Downward evermore
Following water's course. To the plain open terror. leave like the Iron Man.
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