UPON THE BRINK

UPON THE BRINK

 

Teetering here

Upon the brink

Of lofty self-delusion

 

 

Life trudges on

Days crawl by

Introduction to confusion

 

 

Visions of what might be

Thoughts of what is now

One---is named Illusion

 

 

Ticking T.N.T.

Smoldering want--of what?

Urgently needing defusion

 

 

Perhaps in life

In distant past

Began, then, the allusion

 

 

Of future choices

Shrouding clear thought

Surely marking retribution

 

 

Teetering here

Upon the brink

Of fantasy’s sensual convolutions

 

 

Teetering here

Upon the brink

Of monstrous mental revolutions

 

 

The choice:

To leap in which abyss

To illicit emotional fusion