The Edge Is Where Life Leaps
Waves break their rolling heads
on faceless cliffs.
The wind is lost,
it turns this way and that
only to crush its own voice.
Turmoil is lovely,
the howl of chaos
clears the mind,
sharpens both elation
and fear.
Standing on the edge
of a crumbling land,
footholds flying away
like storm-wrecked gulls
we are ALIVE
in the grave of this world.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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