Fear of Heights Come to the edge where vision nears The heaven temptation made, The acrophobe finds himself not afraid To fall. That lack is what he fears, Watching the devils of the eye.
Two boys were running across a flat, endless roof. However fallen, angels surmount Mere worlds; a man might want The try, to launch wingless from the height, Stay the while at the tip of flight, See the pivot of earth and sky,
Suddenly, they came to an end. Waking, I knew I was the one who could not Make that apex all his play, As angels need not care Not troubling that our flight falls from the air. He waits to want to walk away, Saved by the whispers of the I —
stop.
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