the idiot walks along a canvas
 Sunday rendezvous; mister phobia

 "maybe, today, fear will go away, I'll
 fly!"

 a [bad word] rain, a seraph wailing
 flapping madly, shaking on the wing

 "listen, my friend, never look down
 from the cliff"
 "take care, beware! do try to catch
 the eclipse"

 obsession, the will to fly
 it would be nice
 still, a nagging doubtful mind
 it will be fine
 straight ahead half luna shines
 now is the time

 [bad word] darkness
 distanced from above
 bold emptyness
 omniscient fog

 up on the edge
 ready! one, two...go!
 rat or angel
 does one really know?

 the idiot walk along a canvas