the only hold

I slipped at the edge of a strange sandstone drop without the hurried hallway pencil point sharp the warning signed the ruin below a bloody hand upon a pool unwavering in a leaf fallen ripple block from the grip of a pinion placed from the wind shock I grabbed a hold of something far from under within it was oddly colored in a pale silver purple truth but another hand held the only hold available and this one slipped again and again no matter how hard no matter how many holds broke the barriers of gold with every pulling try the falling fell from the sky it shaped the new star bouncing gowns of greeting whys flowing from bent erosion wasting away the beauty when answers became their question covered stop I slipped at the edge of a strange sandstone drop