Shadowed Ego

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more...
-Lord Byron

Nothing but the mountain and I, and her challenge. No need to juggle blood or fire; for roles, goals, or shadowed ego. All measurements can left behind with petty complications. Nothing but her truthful existence revealing the path of the effortless demise of my mannequin. Moments of fleeting clarity have the strength of the confident stars more brilliant than the lights of this city.

But I wish my grip was stronger as I'm thrown back into the pit.