written when I was a kid but I was always proud of it/thot I'd share
P O I S E
I'm immersed in the miracle
of my sense
Poised on the pinnacle
of a fence
Razor-sharp and fast
I gotta outlast
a lotta likelihood.
& rays of cutting ice;
a slanting precipice
was wanting the place
I stood.
Friday, June 27, 2008
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