Arise.

As I stand in the valley of retrospect
There are people with me,
But they don’t reflect;
I wait for a call to announce the all clear,
Here with my sweat
Which is older than tears.

As I rise to the crest of my own hill
There is no one with me,
But I stay there still;
I wait for the hollow beneath me to grow,
Here on my shift
Which is colder than stone.

As I leap from the surface before its advance
There is only a moment
For my abstinence;
I wait for its wonder to undo the sky,
Here with my breath
Which is holding me high.