On the Precipice

The mountains rose in its climb tall and dangerous outcrops created over time the images imagined of earth and weather unrefined and hovering along the cliff's ledge clung the vision of dismantled countenance and its edge. A soul longing for solutions easily ignorant, disfigured by earth's pollution where cloud and sun and sky dared ask why the laughter and the tears must be cried in the farce of tragedy and comedy demise. There aching with regret came visions of the circus stretched when elephants, tigers, and bears played freely without a care and in the background stood the clowns falling down. The smile to tears once could make all of mankind laugh but here at the precipice lay unchanged history cast the clown, a trickster, the silent harlequin of the past edges cautiously along the extending precipice of the earth disappearing into the dark abyss. for Kai Michael Neumann's contest Clown at the Abyss 3/1/2020