New Deal

Standing on the edge of forever walking the tightest rope Looking down into tomorrow’s abyss devoid of any hope The bottom rushing toward me if one mistake is made A footpath to a broken dream too numb to be afraid My past missteps surround me daring me to jump Reminding of what I can’t forget this roiling morbid funk But one last chance is taken as I step outside myself Shedding the fate of snake eyes past —new cards the present dealt (Dreamsleep: May, 2023)