fey,
incomprehensible,
i stand alone on the edge of
disaster and skip
pebbles.  just might have been
mistaken,
thought perhaps
i had a soul

mate, but i
am not who i
used to be, not yet
halfway there

jumping lightly over
the rocks at low tide i
can’t help
thinking that by
tomorrow’s
tomorrow there might be
nothing left except
ether and flame.