I Walk the Line

Walk to the precipice, the edge, the line.
Stand on the verge. The free wind closing your eyes and opening your heart.
Hair blown in harmony with the waves below. Dangerous, impervious, excited.
Cleansing and exempt.
One foot forward, one foot back.
Always.
Sabotaging the honest toil of destiny.
Should have brought a hat.

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