Drop

Ever stood at the edge of a cliff?
Did your toe fingers jut out of it?
Did they, like ten eyes, peep at the abyss below?
Did you then hear the thump of your veins
As they pushed against your chest walls eager to get out?
Did your limbs go numb?
Was the numbness also an ecstasy?
Would you leave the last straw of reason
When the breeze gave you a gentle push?
Would you know you were falling then?
Would you know you would never know?