BRIDGING THE BRINK

Before the brink, my soul was extinct
Wasting within a withering wink
blindly I would continue to blink
as a chink in the chain contained missing links.

Quicksand was never meant to be quick
nor is it sand, thus slowly I’d sink
and the more succinct I began to think
the point of precise became so distinct.

Losing track is where I was at
surpassing nowhere to be exact
reaching a place that passes the pinnacle
impossible answers for questions of ridicule.

Typical people are stereotypical
Optical illusions derived from the cynical
Mirages deliver scenery for the sceptical
Conventional miracles contrived by the critical

So I ventured forth, due north, off course
Of course here, I have no remorse
I do not dwell in death or divorce
beyond the brink, another force

Now I shall unwind...
Having found all there is to find
every moment of eventual time
Bridges the brink... I crossed that line.

To be insane in sanity
or not to be sane in insanity
No longer a question of entirety...
but the simple solution of serenity!

Carey Milton ©