I have fallen over the precipice
so many times now that time passes slow,
that I'm impassive before the abyss,
as one who knows well that it's time to go:
But go where? This is a major question
that we must address before we proceed –
Would you happen to have a suggestion? –
Somewhere fertile in need of grace and seed?
Or someplace arid, barren and in vain
that might need a change of inspiration,
like magic medication for the brain
that takes the edge off our desperation:
There are rich people and poor ones, we say,
but things feel way too casual that way.
urbansonnets 