An immensity of patience to rival
the size of the world I am alone in, and

the edge slides under me.

Away into the transparency, the green glass,
lensed against the pressure of the wind within, and

burning with light, a soul screams across screens.

These whirls of words - defy a falling edge,
a dragon slice down twisted air, all wings a vortex,

and ...

I die again, for love.

by Gareth Rosser