They're almost there but too nice to be precise
everyone shaves off a millimetre
just to keep an edge

It's all about mind the gap.

I missed the gap and that did me a favour,
it took me away from the edge.

Underneath this full moon
I drink pastis as a toast to
its movement through my eyes
and wonder if my eyes are the heavens.

I wonder too much
and go deep,
She says
go to sleep.

I wonder if
sinking is the same as falling but slower.