You’ve peeped over the cusp
too many times not to guess
the gasp and thrill and cold rush
of clarity that hits with the passage
of densely-packed molecules through
disparate atoms of atmosphere gases
will be known to you.
You’re going to fall
so jump; fuck it all.
Swallow dive into sinning,
there’s nothing that clinging
to the fingernail-tearing dirt
at the brink can do; this will hurt
in the end whatever you do-
Seemliness be as damned as you.
You’ll be judged for succumbing
but its the start of Becoming.