Life and the opposite of life.
A contradiction
storming the citadel of the heart’s stream.
A system designed to haul us
out beyond the limits
where our next breath
quivers on a high wire
taut above black waters.
Salvation in a drip bag.
A snail’s pace ahead,
pushing back the dread hand.
Love-punch to the solar plexus.
Clenched fists at the temples;
kiss like thunder -
right between the eyes.
Drag me down and save me.
Knock me down and soothe me.
Waltz me to the edge of death.
Pull me from the precipice.
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