un-precipice
over the edge
of a tall place
thinking, hell, why not?
but also why bother?
it’s all a chore
something to be crossed off but it’s somebody else’s list
i’m fumbling along with adverbs
they’ve already dictated my epitaph
i’m not sure if i should be amused or outraged
this is the extent of my involvement in my life
i just breath and get on with it
apparently there’s this whole other realm
of participation
still
it’s just me breathing
life or something like it 