Put your head here, on my lap.
Once upon a time, when all things were possible,
a green-eyed little boy
believed I made them so.
...
Poised at the lip of the precipice
I hear the crack before I comprehend its meaning.
Feet planted, erect for just those milliseconds
required for comprehension
...
We ripped through the sky hot as a meteor:
Believe me, I knew heaven through that pain.
A streak
blindingly
...