“L’appel du vide,” she said.
“L’appel du vide,” they all said.
They all stood on the edge, the air whipping their faces, numbing the tips of their noses,
kissing their lips.
That’s how they will all go on;
Calm and happy, blissful and in peace,
Over the cliff.
There was nothing in here for us,
Icarus had whispered:
It is simply beautiful.
(L’appel du vide is the inexplicable desire to jump when on the edge of a cliff. Also meaning, “calling of the void”; the overwhelming need to be one with nature.)