Altitude

I stumble with each step, getting closer to the edge

Toward the threshold

Standing at the precipice

It’s time to take a leap of faith

Flight or fall

I’ll be remade in any case

Arms outstretched

Fly or brace

Glass bones, lead heart, body made of paper weights

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