My Barbaric Yawp

Very early this morning I had a dream that I could see myself standing on a jagged precipice high above the ground. The sky behind me was swirling around in a wild frenzy making it almost hard to stand on the narrow space. There was a barbaric yawp that thundered towards me and after a moment I called after it. More came, one by one, always with a pause behind it and always like my own voice, waiting for me to reply - and my reply always had less presence the second time around. I could tell by how I moved on that cliff that I was imitating someone else. That wasn't me standing there, calling like a man in distress, it was just the echo, and I had no idea where I really was.