On Edge

it's not a dream 

on a cliff path
standing tall & tense
the slip of gravel
its pinging fall
to that darkness
out of sight to all 
except closed eyes

why am i here?
like all dreams 
it's just an arrival,
walking through
a loophole I never
remember

like all dreams
here is not a time 
nor a place
it's a liminal conjuring,
a feeling
found in pictures


but it's not a dream


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