#538 - come to the dizzy edge

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come to the dizzy edge

 

say cloud-in-head height

 

no one believes me

          about the drop

          the wolves

          a sky to fall

 

some of them know things have been worse

 

and come to this blind brink

(bones long to break on stone)

 

the water, the air – it’s all our own poison

 

taking this self for a spin

and shall we?

nicotine could do it

too much wine

too much light

 

look down, follow, wobble

 

foot of a tower where the bells

or deeps of organ afoot

castle for cliff

 

bungee

so many wishing to just buy the view

or why not wing it?

 

brink from the deck of a liner – the deep

               weed swell, our own wake

 

everyone else loves the tightrope dash

they know the clock is ticking

 

look down then send

penny for last thoughts

 

the flash before us in the fall

how’d that goat get there?

 

give way to urge

and never waste away

 

piranha limp grim

wobble and sink

 

and shimmy up the windows

a little bird wants in

 

grisly

below see the climbers

the tumble to rocks

 

imagine climbing up out of that pit

just to teeter again like this