Saturday, May 21, 2011

On The Brink

A margin
along the ledge
of a land....
which verges
then converges
when a catastrophe

But then...
I reached a point
a state beyond a state
to find...
no helping hand
which could abide.

So here I stand
this crucial ledge
steep along....
my borders edge
drinking, in the view
as I watch.... me spin
this inner vertigo - askew.

Do I cross the border
fall or stand...
on the brink
of this helpless land.

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