they could not take that last step
while at the edge of the abyss
their fear brought the howl at the moon
while man steps in and laughs at himself
for the abyss is his bath
his salvation his eternal fate
his fornication with eternity

locked between logic and creativity
he is the smile and the frown
that walks upon this stage
swaggers with a step and
staggers with the next
lost between the informal uncertainty
of logic and the formal certainty of a kiss

he survives until the memory he kissed
is lost in the uncertain distance
between lover and loved

01/12/2013