Descent

What beautiful, billowing clouds I see, floating harmlessly.
They seem not to mind what's beneath.
My rocky path winds in front of me, disappearing into the white.
I shiver. The cold thin air pushes me down.
I shiver for what lies beneath. But it calls me.
I place a foot in front of the other with care. I must not fail.
To one side a dragon's tail.
To the other, a 737.
I fear the dragon less.
If I lost my balance, it would be in that direction.
The path curves away from it.
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