This daily avalanche,
more than graphs and numbers,
rolling waves of rise over run -

follows a black hole,
follows white thunder.
Some of us will freeze 

on this mountain.

Some will be rescued, dug out
of a spaceless weight, carried
down by brothers and sisters, 

partnering with gravity.

You and I look up, 

do not know what it is like 

to be without air.

Still we ascend
to the unpredictable top.