I chance to look
out of my window -
the sky and the sea,
a few bricks and a glass sheet,
keep me on the edge
of humanity.
A pigeon struts daintily
out on the precipice -
stopping to gaze into the waters below,
wings keep her
poised on the edge
of every flight.
I wonder what it takes
to live on the edge?
humanity or insanity?
security or insecurity?
out of my window -
the sky and the sea,
a few bricks and a glass sheet,
keep me on the edge
of humanity.
A pigeon struts daintily
out on the precipice -
stopping to gaze into the waters below,
wings keep her
poised on the edge
of every flight.
I wonder what it takes
to live on the edge?
humanity or insanity?
security or insecurity?
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