fringe of the disc
rolling plane, circumnavigating
round a phantom point of chaos
whirlwind of calamities and calm
sighing in the lapses of gale and wind
etched upon the surface of time
constrained grooves that undulate
panes of pains and frames of fame
the valleys birth the civilised world
the uplifting slopes clambering tirelessly
against constants of constant tyranny
seeking the solace to centrifugal freedom
rather than the rappel of centripetal soul death
towards the edges where breezes whisper
the hastiness halted for hearty hearths
that flicker during the eternal midnight
and scorch the sinners of Dante’s muses
on the precipice of reality, the fuzzy boundary
that flag earth so naive to harrow otherwise
such reside the pioneers that greet g’morrow
with blazes and grins that holster the madness
they attach themselves to mental abseil
before departing the planes of normality
assailed to hollow consummation of duty
clawing back with superhuman inhumanities
such is teetering on the edge
some balance better than others.
maybe…
i would like to fall in.
