he wandered on the cliffs of no return
beside a sun that never seem to set –
and thought of jumping, each and ev’ry turn,
a leap of some defiance
he’s not managed – yet

for he would make a statement with his walk;
he dare not waste his heartbeat, nor his gifts —
to dive into the promise of his talk,
and make some sort of ruckus
on the cliffs

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