07. The Cyborg

Will it be dark out?

I used to love how the moon would breathe

Gentle wind across the silent town,

Playing with the silhouetted trees

"So what do you say?

Do we take a chance to sink or swim?

Or would you like to uselessly wade

In the obsolescence of your limbs?"

Well, I'm standing at the cliff, looking on downward

With one foot in front and one set back

If I stumble toward the sea and become submerged

How much of myself remains intact?

Even lovelier still

Were the embers on the mountain side:

Little incandescent films

In which the actors compose their lives

So I propose we meet

I'll wipe the sweat spawning in my hands

And I'll take a running leap

I won't know the difference between wave or land

Because at a certain height things have the same impact

"Did you actually think that you could be dead?

(Even after you heeded the consequence)

Hold your fragile frame and try to relax

(You do know that the worst is still yet to pass?)

Did you get all you expected?"

As the whir of my joints hum aloud

I don't even know if I feel stronger now

Is that shine of the sun still meant to endow

(On every little cell that dares to sprout)?

I guess I'll wait until we build eternity to figure that out