IV. Go To The Edge

A successive fall from the precipice is an undertaking

that exceeds the turning of color: a barrenness

The passage is now accompanied by knowing

So I travel downward on the memory of upward perspective

Unclothed of reciprocity, sores from the initial cascade reopen

They know about the inevitable upward climb.

Now, that there is nothing to lose

it’s free flowing verse and whatever it takes to get through it

Nothing to lose means look what you’ve started,

Look what you walked across, and look what you were a part of

Two times I hung from a fragile edge

Two times I flew willingly through the rainbow to achieve these opposing views

Two times will become three thousand

Will become looking up again and again

Landing again I am restored by recalling my intention:

Go to the edge, go somewhere deep