The Precipice
I
A T (G) P XVII
Being of
Sound
Mind
Body
do bequeef my wordy goods to:
The Ethers
This lonely keyboard
This maddening planet I call Home
and when I finish
word will Stand
OR
Fall
on its own Dead
deed Ed to All
who have passed through my:
Thoughts
Experiences
Fancies
and those left Behind
in the recesses of my memory
for it is
ONE
stream and
Eddies may (or may not)
recall a certain (thing)
POSSESSION
you
Desired
Loved
Required
and so it goes
a Precipice of
Hope or Failure
and Often
a Mix of Both
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