I am doing a jig at the edge of a precipice
The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks is the melody I dance to
The moon shimmered across the ocean like lights from a disco ball
The wind hummed like a base steeldrum
Clouds cast shadows over the stones, the grass, the trees, the sand
The weeping willow leaves whistled in the breeze
Still are the birds, the animals, the people
It is that hour, that hour right before conscious death
