Because It’s There

I’ve always
Wanted to
Go off the
Edge just
To know
The words
Down there
Then again
If I fall off
That cliff
Will I hear
My poems
As one slow
Motion echo
Or frantically
Grab at the
Lone branch
Long enough
To reach for
A pen midway
Of the snap

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