Precipice

there exists in me a
potent force charged with a

terrible beauty like
a loving leather crop it

threatens to overcome
screams you are alive it

wants to carry me
to a place beyond my

uninitiated grasp
like a foggy night or

pretty precipice —you know you want to
it beckons

have you ever fallen on your knees
before beauty,
for love,

in grief,
for forgiveness?

it’s like that.

 

San Miguel de Allende, Mexico

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