March 16, 2010

Question

On the edge of a precipice, can I ask you a question, softly,
phrased just so to evoke no more than a break of your lips?
I practiced, I fretted for three months now specifically, and more generally
for the past year. Practice culminates in the crafted performance
of a simple inquiry, defying the risk on deep cracks in the ledge;
I sundered the two between us with my weight alone.

Yes is a hand. The valley below is dim
but familiar; I’ve grown not to fear
the fall nor the landing.

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