I have danced in shackles upon the precipice of perhaps
In spectacular peculiarities of new found history
Contrary to popular belief, belief is not so popular
And thusly I dance upon the precipice of perhaps
I have thrust my sword without wincing or blink
Slashed my tongue into battle with a subtle wink
And while staring blankly into pages unborn
Watched impenetrable thought become suddenly stillborn
I have danced in shackles upon the precipice of perhaps
Feeling nothing but everything, and everything laughs
A blessing can curse until moon over sun
The cloudless skies roll shadow-less dice
Dancing in shackles upon the precipice of perhaps
My life flashed before my very lies
It was eleven minutes past nine when death finally found me
A hard candy to swallow and still more to chew
I ran without momentum, and spoke in muted sentence
I danced in shackles upon the precipice of perhaps.
-j.g.smith (03/05/07)
1 comment:
"I danced in shackles upon the precipice of perhaps" is a great, great, great line! Yep. And you have the sense to repeat it. And "My life flashed before my very lies" is provocative. Excellent. And the last two lines are really solid.
I think this one has potential. With a little tightening the whole thing can live up to those great lines you've got.
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