I lay on the edge but I didn't leap.

I watch the grey streaked clouds as they pass by; 
I feel the grass sprout under my bare feet; 
And though I am alive I haven’t yet tried--- 
To lie on the edge and dare a leap.

watchful mindful peaceful contented seat 
butterfly watching while shedding her wings 
oxen neighing braying strict to the beat 
hunted anguished mindless detested things

I toe the edge, thinking of fallen kings; 
Nearly falling over, but stopped before it all; 
So I was crushed under rings upon rings--- 
Of things washing over, of things I’ve called.

never leaving comfort rather pleasant 
tortured princess not a temered peasant

I lay on the edge but I didn't leap.

Author's Note

uh
yeah
spencer sonnet with a line at the end