“COLD MOMENTUM”

STANDING ATOP
AN AVALANCHE
WITH
NOWHERE LEFT
TO RUN,
I LOOK DOWN
AND
FALL INTO A FUTURE;
TWIDDLING HEADLONG,
FEET FIRST.

A SOMERSAULTING SURRENDER
TO NOTHING
THAT EVER
MATTERED
TO ANYONE IN PARTICULAR.

IF NOTHING ELSE,
SOMETHING WILL'VE SNOWBALLED
BY THE TIME I REACH BOTTOM.

LOOK OUT BELOW,
MOTHER FUCKERS.