Illusions of Truth 1

cliff dive

leap of faith

 

Fear can make out-spaced fools of us all

in a fog, fragile numbers spliced with death.

The thrill of a wild cliff dreaming sunset

and gull cries; adrenaline fires crazy breath.

 

Yearning swells, a weightlessness on wind

(bets laid with reverence on warm sand)

tips us blindly over summer’s edge into fall.

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