stand on the edge

of that tin can lid

just this side of

here

watch all those ropes

swing maddeningly close

to the painful cross

i bear

tighten my grip

on this everlasting

lonely moon

i hang

watch it slip

down thoughtless way

in death of all

that sang

and here in jupiters

lonely light

a midnight come

too soon

i gather still

my shaking breath

and sing soft

timeless tune