I wish I had been able to keep the layout of this poem when I transferred it to this website but sadly it was not to be. Instead I'll just tell you what it was supposed to look like. All the lines started in random different places, some started at the side of the page as normal others were massively indented and some were only slightly indented. The final 5 lines were all indented, each one a little further than the other to create a slope. The whole purpose of this was to create an image of the uneveness of a cliff face with a path working down from it. Now that's said, enjoy the poem (sorry to have rambled).
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Why stand we upon craggy cliffs to
gaze at unrelenting waves beating unresisting sands?
Is it because it is only from these giddy making heights we can see the legendary
curvature of the world? Feel fast moving gusts of air snap at
our cheeks and steal our breath? Or simply
because it is the only reminder we have that we
are insignificant. It is the only place
we can be aware of something independent from the human world.
We have no control over this place.
Maybe we come here to escape the smoky manacles of
Duty?
Such a thing that grips us exists not in this place.
This world of untouched wildness, natural passion,
ignores the flashing, blinking, stinking world a few miles away
and its infected creatures that crawl out of it
to stand upon its frothy white shores
or the lip of purple rock that frames them and towers above them.
We who stand upon these craggy cliffs
looking out in incredulity at the magnitude of a world that belongs to itself
cannot comprehend
the beauty of what we see
and cannot stay there
returning to a place of offices
schedules and
responsibility.
