Danger, drum, delirious,
My tongue is in its nest,
The egg of life
Has returned to me.
I am in my life.
I am like a drain.

I keep bright my hope
Of dignity
In and throughout this,
Though of late
I have been off the pace.

My game plan was
Always extinction.
My cry, if heard was deaf.
I came upon an angel
But the message was
Lost on me.

My footstep is part of the edge,
I climb without a net.
Christopher Thompson

Jul 13th, 2014
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