The body

The body

of me

hangs on the edge

of a cliff 

hanging only 

by a single thread

by the name of

hope 

hope clings to me

as if

i have nothing else 

as if

i am to believe it 

my body

aching

at every joint

and every crisp turn 

and crack 

and shake

it aches

as I hang

from this cliff

only by hope