Rain Drops as Razor Blades

Ink-blotted in the memory  
of the moment.
 
I can return there whenever I want to.
 
*   *   *
 
Even from this summit of stone.
Where my feet move  
Corner  
to  
Corner  
 
Edge to edge – Right at the edge  
of the  
 
Ledge.
[Place in space where I made the pledge  
to live on the literary edge  
 
*   *   *
 
Of the self: It was there  
that  
I saw  
a vision, so raw.  So righteous.  
 
Shown the cold  
that has  
the  
depth  
of  
the Solar System of Stone.  
 
Overseen  
 
In whipsawing waves/in drones and raves of rain  
 
Awaking  
 
The darkness at the surface/becoming endless meadows of shadows...