Saturday, September 10, 2011

A new one

It's UNcomfortable.
This new precipice from which
my feet are dangling.
There's a sea
of manowars down below
watching my every twitch
and squirgle.
What would happen were I
to fall from it?
Perhaps the manowars
would be naught but seaweed,
though a bit tangly.
Perhaps I would be dashed
against the jagged rocks,
or slip into a sea cave
full of fabulous gems
and mermen.
But here I still sit, on the edge,
belly leaping into my chest,
heart expanding into my belly.
Naught to do but surrender.

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