Stefano Byer, M2, Class of 2022
5
Does the ground call for you?
You, from your perch on the railing.
What do you see?
Freedom? Escape? Finality?
4
Fear, what I see coming from your eyes
Your darting eyes, framed in sweat, flickering
from your downward fate to your
paranoid past
3
A negotiation is set – you
the mediator between I and
gravity.
2
The only jump I ask you to
take is the one of faith.
One for your fate.
1
This lulling depression need only
be a moment – not
The moment
Step, not fall, to terra firma
