vertigo, i say while your fingers tangle in my nape. The sensation of disparate inputs contradicting internal processing.

there is no rail here, just a the curve of potential energy turning into kinetic, the tantalizing possibility of the fall

my balance up here is shaky. allow me a moment of having a moment, i murmur. my joints ache and all things great and small creak in my ears

(now i must nurse my courage in a sling)

there is no rail here
nothing to hold on to
and you've got history with cliffs