Counteraction

I can only binge as hard as i purge

On the advent of an advent

When possibility tosses her coin,

The air becomes my foe.

Suspending the silver, it’s held.

Holding me in suspense.

Taunting me with every turn,

It helps to look away.

 

Look away to the South,

Where the horizon lay.

How many miles can divide

Me from the boundaries of pain.

Hope for an endless valley

That reeks of fear and hate,

A journey that will break my faith

So that God I will berate.

 

At the edge of this South

I will meet defeat.

I shall bring my tragic flaw,

Shakespearian elite.

I’ll set the time and place,

My breaking point will do�"

The only place that Surrender

And I will ever rendezvous

 

Because possibility told me

Chance glances North just the same,

And when my eyes met the miles

Her horizon then did claim:

The extent to which you’ve lost

Is the extent to which you can gain.

So every step through sorrow,

Is never such a shame.

 

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

no matter how close or far the horizon, that figure is always us coming to meet us