Sitting at the edge,
looking at the sea,
the cliff has become
a home,
I feel safe, knowing that I can
come here, and sit
knowing that the world isn’t so bad
as the waves shift,
and curves towards land, as I
sit there the doll,
more interesting Ha’s doll pierces its eyes towards me,
washes up on the land,
underneath my feet,
at the center of my being
reaching out.20
As I breath
the doll continue to stare,
closer I go to the doll
the more I realized
the edge is further away from
the land is becoming
a distance memory
losing all significant
all meaning
all purpose.