We live on a mountain
Right at the top
This beautiful view
From the top of the mountain

Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around

It's become a habit
A way
To start the day

It's early morning
No one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes till they crash
I Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks

And when it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open