standing precariously
at the edge of the cliff
the idea if the fall,
or its possibility of it
of its aftermath,
look at the world today (and the dizziness)
the world today
Archives par mot-clé : edge
on the edge of the flesh*
We would promise
the impossible and
winter would melt
in the colours of
ether
the softness of
the air
on the edge of the flesh
*posted for the first time in July 2018