Step after step. Right and then left.A left, a left, and then a right again.A moment of bliss before diving back in.What was once salty and empowered, now bland, the memory has expired and soured.A numb return while stagnancy flowered, a stale scent radiating from what has been. And then, back to the climb, another … Continue reading La Petit Mort: A Contemplative Poem