Teetering tentatively along the rocks These rocks at the edge of the world Here the prim lawn There the savage valley The breath of this severed gra** Inebriates every thirsty whiff And yet the cicadas Each cry of those serenading cicadas elicits a tear Longing to leap from this cleaving wall Yet unable to start Continuing to teeter Along the rocks at the edge of the world realizing more each day how much I love you.