this is where the light starts to go backwards
it fades in a shimmer off that western rim
the path of ice that forms this spot stretches southward
it's rumored here it got the best of him

to the roof of the sky
what does she hold
in your room made of wind and of snow
leaving God only knows what down below

others with their crude maps and equally crude instruments
they sounded out the heights and found another's secrets
experience has led you to this dreamless sleep
and all that's left you is another a hundred feet

this is where the light starts to hesitate and flicker
colors bleed from once favorable skies
this is where your party lost all it's last contact
a step below your point in the sky