Wednesday, September 27, 2006


This is my brink-poise on canyon’s edge
A question mark perched on
My shoulder like an inky bird
I think too much but
If this all star falls, I follow
Oh, vertigo is fearless
Just my body lusting for the ground
This is the cold steel wind
A storm to brace against
A mirror to stare into
And find myself
Such darkly swirling water

If I fly away, will you fly away


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