you test the edges with your foot
and find out how far you can tip-toe
around the flora before

you catch the fear
of falling and your tired shoes
release themselves

over to the force of gravity so strong
you’re sure the laces will untie themselves
and like a boa constricting its prey

slither down
into the abyss, binding your body
to an uncharted route

in this space you find
the rhythm and the blues stormier weather
than you predicted

here the winds push you too close
to the end

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