Height

A deep,
shuddering,
breath.
A tightrope walk
a jittery tap dance
on the raw
broken edge
of emotion
lurching above
the pushpull dark
of a soft
familiar abyss.

This is
risky behaviour
I explore
in a new place,
this fragile
vantage point
in the rare
ice blue air
above nothingness

I imagine
consequences
of falling
into that
warm looking
blackness
but know
nothing
anymore;
I have never
risked
so much
until
this moment,
never
before
fallen.

Earthbound
senses
whisper
I could
hurt
my self
I could
die;
but
I am still
drawn to
the danger
the life line
of singing
adrenaline
the need to find
a new kind
of balance.