a new kind of high

hours pass like migrating birds

till they blur together, unsignificant.

cars pass like hours below,

beneath my dangling arms.

you know how amazing things look

upside down on a skyscraper?

the night sky is a dancefloor,

and city buildings hanging stalcalites,

amid an urban craziness.

and there's this feeling

this dreamy feeling

knowing that your life depends on

two legs latched onto a ledge.

i am staring Death in the face,

staring,

and not backing down.

i have reached a new kind of high,

that no blunt

nor drink

could ever reach.

and looking for something even more...

i let go.