There I was on a ledge, no going back
others with me, a seemingly bottomless
below, two friends pushed over
I was next, unknown conclusion
to this vertigo, hard death or fall asleep
passing through time. First, I threw a part
of me over, to see what I could learn
no sound or telling remark, like a curtain
over oblivion, keeping any results from me.
© Jan G. Otterstrom F.
January 31, 2015