Walking a path along parallel exact invert canyons
clinging to life by toes on a continuous narrow ledge
opposing canyon wall grows near at times mirrored
allowing the slightest touch from a stranger on adjacent wall to support 

Worth the risk to reach out in the vertigo of the moment
at time walls almost colliding 
allowing an embrace of safety 
yet the crevasse bellow pulls to the unknown 

In the chance for lasting embrace the greater reward
greater than the risk of the fall
worth the known temporary surety 
imagined in dreams

Dreams two dimensional 
dreams an internal deception 
Dreams of those willing to chance
loose perception of reality, what is trusted 
and if not oneself, who?
among the multitudes of stranger/friends