I am with you on the bridge,
Of life and unlife,
Where the shades of noon,
Drift groggily toward Armageddon.
I am with you at the pinnacle,
Between feeling and knowing,
Where the whispers of the wounded,
Rise from the bowels of your contempt.
I am with you on the ledge,
Bleeding love and fear,
Where the gashes of my doubt,
Cling to the fabric of your artificiality.
I am with you at the breaking point,
Before and against the tide,
Where the cries of a drowned empire,
Spiral deeper into nothing.
Love it! Can’t wait to hear it read!
Keep it up John! Great stuff
A beautiful piece, John!