It inhales fury,

And exhales wind.

Wears itself out,

Repeats once again.

Tireless chains,

Their unflagging tugs—

Silent passengers

Under a screaming sun.

Terror pulses

Through a vigorous lung.

Reaching its peak,

It scrapes the sky.

A thundering crescendo,

The summit is high.

Providing time for,

As of late—

My previous decisions

To contemplate.

Before the descent

To meet my fate.