the difference between
the precipice and the void
is the perception of solid ground

perspective

wrong echoed footsteps in stormlight
walk by places where things happened
i get lost
two footsteps to a different world
under these trees i spoke with a priestess one spring day
walked away
wrote another childish poem about it
on those steps i sat smiling before dawn with a beautiful friend
wearing everywhere each other's fingerprints
there in the fog i once saw a beast with no name
all moments so important
so vital so
but only to me
i won't even ask