REMEMBER? Poem by Peter Verhelst

Remember when we on the tips of our toes on the edge
Of a mountain it seemed, that time that we ecstatic, a second,
No longer, a few millimetres over the edge we seemed, no sooner
Than during that undying, that one unbelievable tremor
That looking back perhaps didn't even, that single flame
That shot out from us, we said, or that we could have been, we thought,
Out of breath, that second that seemed eternal, that dancing, that cheering,
And we the second after even, how is it possible we thought, and that we ourselves
Never so crowded before, how we knew from now on every second after, remember
How we, we sometimes said, that we knew that we never again, that we would
Always think how the fuse from now on after, ever after, irrevocably
Each millimetre a millimetre closer to that other, that entire flame
That from now on began to lick at us in an entirely different form.