The straight way II

It has come over me
the pall, the black cloak
and the green dot was there
but he did not say,
silently, the typed word -
I wanted to see
but it did not come -

and what word will do that
helps you climb K2?  The
inverse highest lowest place
the ledges and the drops
the race of rain on your face
there is no rope that will stop.

I need to hang on swinging
until my foot finds
a hold that
bears my weight - then
I can grasp the lifeline
and climb up
from the down
levitate my spirit
back to a steady bubble
that knows what way is straight.

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