Edge

You’ve peeped over the cusp

too many times not to guess 

that soon

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.