Precipice

I'm on the precipice,
Of all of this,
Lust and love,
And longing wish
Is,
Calling me to this
Abyss,

To dive,
And dine and die,
To fall with grace,
If not to fly,

And I don't want to ask why,
Or why not,
I want to see this,
See what it's got,
In store,
But what's more,
How far down is the floor,
 

I emerged,
From thickest bush,
Beset, clawing and straining for the open space between the branch,
Beyond my sight,
Into this,
This precipice,
And now I don't know,
What I wish.
 

I'm just going to stand here for a while.