Off a cliff I am falling. What else can I do?
My death is clearly eminent. Fear have I none
For the probable outcome, so I’ll just relax.
If I hold on to something it will only tax
More than ever an emergent situation.
It will not change what happens, for all that I knew.
There are many debris that are falling along.
In the past, I had clutched them. Brief is our time here.
Things and I are important, but to let them go
Finds relief in life’s pressures and consummate woe.
Alibis are abundant to mitigate fear
That the things in my life are not where they belong.
I have responsibilities. People depend
Upon me for their purpose, and I upon theirs.
Things put in proper perspective cannot be wrong.
Insecure about living, how can I be strong?
By surviving compulsively, all my affairs
Are of careful avoidance of what must transcend.
Off the edge we are all thrown. Nativity gives
Each of us a good push into gravity space.
It’s above and below us, and there’s little time
For my messing with words trying to make them rhyme,
But it’s kind of a fetish. All that I embrace
On the way to the ending is not that which lives.