Gaze of the Precipice

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The haunting lure

of unquiet voices

un-repenting rebellion

of shadowless companions.

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Old demons call from the crevice

inhabited through lifetimes

marked by dark winds

that escape the abyss.

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The scorn of reason

an obedience to this primal rhythm

draws me to the void

like a fool’s faith.

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This cursed gift

to step into the precipice-

a little further.