Clouds appear from up the spine;
inside you the blue stops moving, pressing footsteps
past your last corners.

_________Each time you jump whole,
fissures cut a halo, every inch from the eyes of crossing.

It touches easier, switchbacks moving over ice, a nightmare
that rises above ground.

_____________________With care you burst—fiercest, still.

This is an erasure poem. Source material: “ActRaiser.” Nintendo Power, Volume 31, December 1991, pages 30-33