The Cliff
THE CLIFF-circa ‘99
prevent me from knowing
the bone-white truth that lives in me
seduce my mind
like ether rising
sweet and irreversible
an undeniable
quenching torture
bring me to the cliff
its stone indifferent
its edge clean
toss this useless
limp parcel of flesh
let me plummet
through the the open mouth of air
to the jagged rocks below
forgive these these failed impressions
this intricate and unworkable life
empty me
rid out my soul
uncork it
set it loose
from the blazing laboratory
of my mind
