What it would take. To clear my emotional devastation when she left me. Well, a two week trip to clear the clouds, see sunshine again. Best pack a lunch or 50. Oh no. What am I to lean the ladder, less it fall. I am destroyed.

I’ll lean it on the mountain of pain, and leave in the morrow. But what of the top, when clouds are breached.

I’ll conjure a glider to soar with the wind and land a free man!