*Written late Dec. 1997 and originally posted on May 28, 2002.
I stand on the feable edge
of a murderous rush of life
in which I will hopelessly be swept.
There is no time to vedge.
I hang with a rope and a knife--
poised to cut the rope, be deft.
Soon, I will find myself falling
into a pit filled with much movement.
Swept on through the mulling crowd.
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Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on July 31, 2003
Very Good, had me on the edge with it as I read it!
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I can't explain why this touches me.. this poem..