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You saunter



Over a three inch stretch of air



A gap of faith

A gap of physical disbelief

A gap of will over gravity



You saunter



Straight toward a grander canyon

A large abyss, still and silent mouth

In your path



Still floating over a three inch gap



You saunter



Over the edge and fall anyway

A gap of three inches

Is a gap after all

And gravity does flow, all the way down



Thud



You saunter



Off into the sunset

Licking your wounded faith

And composing Plan B