It doesn’t have to be IN CAPS.

It’s all improvised anyways,

despite the existence of the shift key, and trading posts off the beaten path.

alternating between custody of the lower case and CAPS lock

and bouts of yellow fever.

I take the stage alone,

anyways, as always.

I don’t look,

I never do.

I take the plunge,

the fear of heights still fresh in my mind , as it always is.

I don’t close my eyes ( this time) and I still don’t look,

despite my lonesome reservations

it allflowstogetherandihavetotrytodecidewheretoputthecommas

I HAVE TO MAKE A DECISION

THE HUMANITY

the red underline is a glare, a stare,,,,, a question

the cliff or rooftop from which I leap,

( of course it could be either, or both)

and I’m in freefall

and if you wanted a mirror, here it is.