where the sun and moon meet

at the edges

---

at the edges, where
the sun and moon meet
there is a precipice

angels fallen from such slow cliffs

we were warned of the danger


.


such slow cliffs                     leering
with the very suggestion of themselves
                                                watching
the knowing crawl toward them
upon hypnotized limbs

                 knowing, yet
                 crawling
                 some drive beyond will
                 from the outside

unseen magus, faint outline
once again a suggestion

                                                a suggestion
                                                of worthlessness
                                                of waste

                                                a suggestion
                                                of surrender

crawling directly into the undertow


.


what, at the bottom, is our being
towards
but what Martin put so matter-of-factly
and Sigmund well knew is that which drives

the being-towards of the whole no different
than each of its instantiations

		        we were warned

		        we were not the first to fall