Precipice
Over the precipice I see the face.
Shrouded, yet alive and breathing.
What are you protecting?
Knowing me in ways I mustn't.
And I ... certainly on the other side,
knowing nothing of the face.
Inward through my perforations,
such a vain attempt to gather my soul.
Face me naked and honest.
Leap boy,
I will catch you.
I am afterall what you seek.
You are, afterall,
the face over the precipice.
Copyright © T.R. Sevrens | Year Posted 2007
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