The colors, the
vastness, the sheer
power of whatever
force moved all
this earth, the life
that exists here,
the colors,
the vastness.
I think about what if I just throw myself from
this ledge here I'd just flail around like a
rag doll until I hit the bottom maybe a song
humming in my head maybe fear but no one
would know because I'd be dead in a few seconds
and I couldn't tell anybody anyhow.
"Wow
look at that
view,"
someone
would say.
"Yes so
gorgeous
so breathtaking
yes
yes.
And then
they'd see
me flying,
a little spec hurling into the canyon.
Flying.
(Imagine that.)
There are lines drawn where I stand:
love/fear, knowing/uncertainty, admiration/pity
all things that I feel.
And God to be able to cross those lines,
confuse them...
there are no lines. There is
only loveALLfearknowingBUNCHED —
confusionadmirationUPpity,
none of it concentrated where I am.
But what a way to go:
(over the ledge/across
those (imaginary) lines/between which
there is no space to breathe)