Until I stepped out to the ledge
to find out what the tile in the roof
was made of on the building next to mine,
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I may have to walk out to my ledge to have this experience first-hand. I don't know if I've connected beauty with danger, though I think I've experienced the adreneline rush. You write compellingly about it. I like the structure of your poem, and the way you end it.
Excellent Ian. The shock that you provide us with is superb. As Max say's it seems to think of danger as being beautiful, but you have a point. This is the sort of writing that forces the reader to rethink their whole outlook on life. It turns 'commonsense' on its head.