Cloud Cover

Sickness of a man on the edge of a precipice

Hunting owl circles low

Could I love you a little longer

Bottom looms closer

While farther away

Precipice of a man on the edge of a sickness

Hunting owl glares, wise to tricks

Could I lift you a little longer

Strength begins to falter

You're so far away

Edge of a man on the precipice of sickness

Hunting owl calls out in the dark

Could I kill you a little longer

Truth seeps in

Daggers fall away

Sick man on a precipice

Hunting owl in a tree 

I on the bridge

What falls below

Who goes away

--2.4.14