Augenblick

Augenblick By David J Walker The edge the border The verge the skirt The last words heard before The brink The perimeter the periphery The point the bound A wink All found before the final line That, if crossed All is lost In the circumference of extremity on The brink of death as the Augenblick of the final step Into what waits beyond The threshold the precipice The outer limit brim Too often I find myself standing too near To the partition of the purlieus and fear the loss of footing before the zenith leads to the nadir And I am left in the position Of a historian with Nothing more to fear