Staring across the chasm
Cut through by water
I bend myself down the wall
Across and back up
I cannot resist the journey
From one edge to the other
When you're standing over there
Even barely visible
Is the sight beautiful?
Perhaps terrifying, closer
To be so far
Is it not to be?
Might the standing edge
Be easier to swim from
Than to fly?
I have so many questions
You ask
This landmark is not dangerous
But should I treasure it?
I believe my eyes
They tell my feet what to do
The gap, it's in our minds
A mixture, milieu
Roman Ryan 