Somewhere
in a private garden
fruit grows warm
pregnant, overripe
splits, and runs red

Call me Ishmael

I've been pushed to the very edge. Or perhaps simply lead. Oh, I don't know, there's a very good chance that I stumbled out here myself and it's all my own fault, if we're going to be philosophical about it. But yesterday I woke up on a precipice and decided to climb down. Can't really conceive of how to do that, but it feels nice to have a goal.
One thing's sure, the view from here is fabulous. All the apprehensive adrenaline is fatiguing, you know, so I think I might set a while and catch my breath, and observe.