with-without-withdrawal

With
one foot behind the other
and the mocking breeze

in fleeting moments
are pebbles flung
tied to a pillar
the need explodes to run

living now
living then
dead to the world
dead to sense

oh my lolita
my own forbidden pleasure
in each resides
the trek to the brink

stare down that cliff
the dust the ash
scream in glee
chanting free

stare down that cliff
one foot behind the other
wait,
wait for the mocking breeze