from this great height.

i stand with my toes hanging 4 inches
out over the open air.
the small pebbles & stones that
vibrate forward from my trembling heels
spill over the craggy edge & i look down briefly
to only see them disappear in seconds.
my arms shake loosely at my side
& i can feel the bone & grit
stab & press from inside my back.
wings are a painful process.
below me i see the numerous
spots i've stood before.
one after another,
successively getting farther from this great height.
jump.
i've done it so many times in the past
but have always seen where i was landing.
up here, i can't see a damn thing.
i suppose that's the big difference between
jumping & flying.
it'll only be a matter of moments now.
i feel the sharpest bite between my shoulder blades
& the sky turns gray, fills with stars....
then black.