What is our task?
Are we to tell the tales of rivers past?
Days drowned, in all the commotion.
The Wild’s, tamed.
Slain upon the Jagged edge.
Progress, in which direction does it flow?
The whiplash of pride.
Silent endeavors, Never run the Gauntlet.
Heading straight into the Rage.
The tumultuous cascade.
Facing the Monoliths.
Attempting to impede our flow.
Rising over the surfaces.
Acknowledging the mistakes.
Forgive us of our trespasses.
As we arrive stilled upon the waters.
A few moments, just before the Falls.
– Josh Fleming
Image by: Tito Mouraz