The Fallen Sky

 
To walk the fallen sky
a fractal white and grey
is no easy thing
 
the darkened stone
cold, hard, unforgiving
maps the paths
between the clean
small islands of purity
 
where foot falls –
is mine alone
leaving scuff and scratch
and sometimes
signs of life in snow

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