At The Cliff

So I remember waking at the edge

The edge of the part I gave

Or the edge of the part you took

The part you took across this span

I long for it

Because it was once me and

It once grew in me or bloomed in me

In the spot I didn’t even know was hollow

I holler

What can I offer

What can I give

The Cliff is mute

I hear it, it calls to me

Certainty awaits

Somewhere

At the bottom of that emptiness

Here at your edge, I dream of you

I dream until I can no longer dream

And I ready myself

The thrown unthrown by the Cliff

I cry

Send forth your finality

Topple this heart

From your stoic skirt

Till it plunge and

Receive your rocky resolution

Lock away this danger

Banish the science of edges

For their potential is dark, unseen and unnamed

I am not a winged thing that

Must throw itself into the rift

Over and Over and Over and Over

I stare down at that gulf and

Cannot pretend I am not at the edge in

Order to be in the world

My soar is sore

My call is

What can I offer

What can I give

The Cliff is mute

…so I listened and

It gave what it possessed

As a dust of snow from a crow and

I awoke on the other side of the Cliff

Or the Cliff beyond or the Cliff beyond or the Cliff beyond or the Cliff beyond

And stand by the edge

Cast my ward and call

What can I offer

What can I give

For the Cliff is mute