Panthecide

A voice called to me:

Who am I?
What are you?

I am that Audacity that refuses explanation
Of other.

Call out to me, Waterfall.
Make sound and misty air.
Beat down upon my back and break apart.
I will deny more than that if I choose.
You will be what I allow.
No more than that.
Pass on.

Your endlessness is too much.
I grow tired of you.
I will leave space and time for deserts and Everest
Within myself.
I will stand on the roof of the world with closed eyes and declare,
"I have no room for you!"

I am finished.
I move on,
As you.