Teetering tentatively along the rocks
These rocks at the edge of the world
Here the prim lawn
There the savage valley
The breath of this severed gra**
Inebriates every thirsty whiff
And yet the cicadas
Each cry of those serenading cicadas elicits a tear
Longing to leap from this cleaving wall
Yet unable to start
Continuing to teeter
Along the rocks at the edge of the world
realizing more each day how much I love you.