and to the right
the wrong way down
far out of sight
The edge of precipice knows the flight
naturally lost
and way out of sight
and still it craves
for a stroll to sooth
climb down these steps
from which to loose
the rocky rescue
for which to choose
The upper hand
with it's ravenous bite
the vanishing land
as it slides out of sight
And morning persuasion
with military cadence
marches backwards
from past invasions
The briny bits
of bloody carnage
the pogrom
the slaughter
the odor of dot-com
Yet morning curves
wain waxing the board
for a union lured
ebbs right from the hoard
The way broken
washed up
on the path to the right
down the wrong way
should he continue his flight
Climbing lines
without ropes
using more than just hands
up the cliff lines of hope
Measuring skills
commonly honed
surely the left
up the hill
must we roam
Back up sunny path
past founding salt loam
the choice now is clearly
the long way home.
2012 (c) tgwithin
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~R~
Nice piece tgwithin.
to Poseidon's throne