how do i approach the edge
of my everything and leap with the
conviction of a man in search
of a fickle faith?
i am the promises
and the comfort of things
i offer to a select few,
but beyond that i am
mostly deferred by the
dead and living among me
who dog me
as spirits chase the
frenzied man
into corners of
vacated houses
i want that i should
go sightless...
