A line cast, a hope followedSunday, January 25, 2004
Velocitus Apetitius
If love is the crevasse
And I find myself over the edge
It probably doesn't matter if I rushed coyote like into the oblivion
Legs cycling faster than brain...
Or rappelled down the cliff wall,
Each foothold carefully gained
The pretense of safety in an Acme tether
Cramponed in crumbling rock
Either way, I am found suspended in nothingness...
Toes prodding
What is, of course thin air
Anvil closely following my inevitable descent
oh well
If love is the crevasse
And I find myself over the edge
It probably doesn't matter if I rushed coyote like into the oblivion
Legs cycling faster than brain...
Or rappelled down the cliff wall,
Each foothold carefully gained
The pretense of safety in an Acme tether
Cramponed in crumbling rock
Either way, I am found suspended in nothingness...
Toes prodding
What is, of course thin air
Anvil closely following my inevitable descent
oh well
