Humanity's an improbably steep
And multidimensional hill
To accommodate
All routes
A holy mountain
If you will
Though wether roped
Or solo it's a free for all
To
Scale
Freeze
Dangle
Or fall

But there's room up there still
If you fancy a climb
Cos most of us
Are sunbathing
In meadows sublime
Through opera glasses
Peering up transfixed
I see
Tiny dark figures hanging in time

I'm tipsy on thin air
And feeling unkind.