Edge

I wanted to look out
from the edge of the world
and feel the weight of
a thousand miles of ocean
breaking against my toes.

I wanted to look out,

to fearlessly stand on

overhanging cliff face,

adding to the nothing before me

with my breath.

I wanted to look out

from the flat of my back

at the immeasurable depth

of the blackness between the stars,

all thinly veiled in our life-parcel atmosphere.

Give me distance:

so I can taste

the untampered air

of the sea;

so I can see

a thousand peaked horizon

reverberating the globe

before my feebly observing eyes;

so I can be

pinned to the earth by starlight,

who's heat and fury

is refracted by lightyears

to become peace and beauty.

Give me sea,

give me mountains,

give me stars,

and keep your phoney medicine.

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Written on Monday 04/03/12