i press my head to the void,
between light and day.
where time narrows,and the earth decays.
falling endlessly over the edge.
my body arched to degrees.

remember to question the meaning of peril in peerless.
my flawless victory of gravity.

this is my momment of zen.
this is an epoch-stance at the edge.
life in bliss.
death in bliss.

fall out of touch with the body traping me.
my soul disconnects, no finger felt with warmth and flesh,
and kisses that tenderize.

my heart beat bounces to rythm of schisms.
into the void we go,
hand and hand.
push the limits to new ends.
the quiet before the storm.
the breath before the plunge.

the only thing happening,
is that whitch happens in front of me.
my heart burns for it,
a momment of comfort without salvation.



~Mason Allison