At the Sea

(Yours Truly, Photographed by: Tom Pearce)

Watch me tightrope walking,

Far above the great abyss,

One with all and nothingness.

Juggling the knives left in my side for sport,

Sun rising like blood pressure, ’til it’s boiling hot,

Readymade excuses, laid out all for naught.

Come have another gin,

Dance, dance, dance on the edge with me,

Clinging to the last of civility.

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