Thread
I hang on my cliff of dreams
My hands bleed
As the clouds drift by
My heart hangs by a thread
It beats
It reminds me to pull
To lift myself up
To kick my heels
To fight; to live

I hang on my cliff of dreams
My hands bleed
As the clouds drift by
My heart hangs by a thread
It beats
It reminds me to pull
To lift myself up
To kick my heels
To fight; to live
I flew for miles
I passed a vast sea of seconds
I paused
I appeared in the mirror
Upon the same wave
Unchanged
I marveled
As I remained the same
Like a mountain
I stood still
I have seconds
Less than
To capture you
To show you
To move you
To be you
To be us
Another time
I ruffle the universe
I press a wildflower
I send my signal, like you
Odd cave scribblings
Compressed into bytes
Assail a black mirror or two
As the crows fly
I see you waving
In the mirror
As I turn and wave to you
👋
Where are they?
Those edges of self
Why are they picket white
in my mind?
Who am I to say?
I don’t run this show
Do you?
Do you see them?
Do you see the edges?