Let us hesitate

On the brink

Long enough for considering

This gentle hand

Tugging us forward

May wish to run

Lean and elongated

Against yoke sun

And you are no longer certain

Of anything, of yourself

Sickness has that tendency

It is the color blue

Like water tinged with poster paint

Oddly mimicking nature

Yet, artificially so.

I saw the future, in a girl on purple skateboard

Her pink extensions and pierced navel

Drinking Redeye with varnished lips

Showed no fear at the raspy world

I was in awe of her stamina

Was I ever able to balance so well, on vertical path?