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blindfolded he came close to the edge of the cliff

	that he was sure of because vertigo taunted him

		decision time sprung open like a grandfather watch


on his knees he felt the spray of a thunderous sea

	swirling foam covered his soaked quest for direction

		but all side of escape seemed to be covered in spindrift


the journey so far had been kind yet now he was helpless

	a flock of puffins shouted ‘move at your perilous fancy’

		they mocked the traveller now for past transgressions


‘if only I had taken a different route’ he roared in despair

	‘should have stayed closer to the confines of my home’

		he regretted that he exposed himself for adventure


he nestled the silver chain that suspended the time piece

	prayer beads on his lost mind and clouds with no lining

		puppet strings attached to every conceivable move


one wrong step and he would free fall and instantly crash

	shatter into reckoning under the impact of judgement

		join the underworld without reprieve and atonement


a beacon of meaning in waiting he felt thorns of wild gorse

	it smelled like coconut sun lotion on a beach of no return

		maybe he could hold on to the scratched withering soil


in the thicket of memories and tribulations he was not aware 

	that his corrosion had positioned him on a stacked rock

		surrounded by the ocean beyond measure of safety


he listened to the ticking time bomb in his scorched hand

	resolved to accept the verdict with no leave to appeal

		surrender and throw caution to an all knowing wind


just then a tornado lifted him up into a sky full of pressure

	defied gravity as an appropriate response to lost choices

		wondered whether he joined seagulls or the call of a dolphin


eternity transcendence and levitation ensued in split seconds 

	of fragmented solutions of high waters and heavenly respite

		maybe he had lived his whole life for this moment of bliss


turbulence and commotion tore away the camouflaged mask

	revealed his true persona as feet touched the very same spot

		sleepwalking had taught him another lesson of letting go


19th May 2020
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