A dark cliff hangs sharply against
white sky, floating
clouds invisible to weary
aching eyes
My body on the
edge; a kite catching every
thought. My toes hang over, my
heels dig deep
daring
the wind to make
one final
fatal
sweep
You throw me down
a rope
from your perch above; you
have watched me sway and
decided, a modern muse
that today is not my day.
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