Facing Forward
There on the edge
of tomorrow we sit
poised and
composed by all our intentions
quietly waiting
for the next opportunity
to leap into the
abyss of our next moment
as if we had a
choice or could hold ourselves back
Not likely the
still small voice appears to say
it will be done
as swiftly as the sparrow flitters
without taking
any regard for or about this reflex
momentarily we
are blinded in our passion for living
resigning to
freefall looking in no direction but within
charlieRivermanbergeron 2.25.12
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