Let us go to the Cliffs,
Just you and I,
Let us go to the Cliffs.
“Should we go,” I say.
You shake an unsure head,
“Should we go,” you say.
And so we wandered somewhere,
Repeating our uncertainties
Until we arrived there.
And at the Cliffs we met Wind
and Cold and a Lonely man -
Only one we had not seen. Wind
was cold and lonely and
rushed and so we were
Lonely and Cold and
rushed. “We must.”
“Must we,” you said.
“We must.”
And so we were uncertain,
And lonely and Mortal
but mostly we weren't sure.
For we didn’t know,
And couldn’t know,
And we jumped.
And then broken head and
jaws and legs and arms.
We hadn't been certain.
