Dare yourself to approach the Whispering Gallery'stoo-low balustrade and look downHere his wordshave been heardby othersIn my gut Dad'srum gift of vertigoturnsIt was first witnessedby us all as we stoodbefore his loosened gripup Leith Hill TowerNow this cathedral'swall of death domekisses my earwith a cold commandto dropTip yourself over to feelthat marble crack your struck … Continue reading Thrown