Visions
under psychiatric supervision.
It is dangerous
for mountains
to encompa** my myopic vision.
Leaping from cliffs
must but now be
a virtual game.
If I can't see,
judge distance and wind current,
if wing feathers are gray,
the abyss which I think
to glide into,
cushion my landing
with a knee bend, and grab a rat,
the abyss
will break my bald head,
brains will splutter and hiccup
on weathered stone.