Posted by PM80 on June 1, 2005, at 15:34:05
I'm walking this tightrope
Held just so above the earth:
A tiny, silken thread
From which my life is defined.
I will fall from
And I will fly above
This relentless divider of my soul,
Each in its own time.Yes, I will crash to the dirt,
to angst felt within;
chasing oblivion,
racing from devouring demons,
screaming to escape the unescapable.
I will fail and will be utterly consummed,
Losing forever precious hours and days of my short life.Eventually, as always, I will rise again
To smoothly dance upon the silver strand,
Losing thoughts of weighty matters.
I let life go on blindly, and calmly,
As it must do on occasion,
Unflinchingly ordered so by an unseen force,
An undominatable will to survive,
That surprises me each time it takes control.And always, too, I will lose touch with the ethereal boundary.
Hahaha, my spirit cannot always be contained.
I become so alive:
Fire-red wings stroke a lively wind
As I am lost so beautifully, so consumately.Until
Shockingly,
Inevitably,
As in the myth,
I feel the wax begin to melt.
poster:PM80
thread:506347
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