way beyond the battlelines he’s drawn upon his life
the marks that set apart those wars he’s never won
is something less than mediocrity
something more than what has broken down

and somewhere in the corner of a solitary mind
something flickers in awareness
a spark of something hoped away and lost
and he shakes his head against the feeling

fear is a sparkler
approaching your face
with your back to a wall
feet on the precipice

(This, along with the previous post ‘Checkerboard’, from “Ray” — — however, this poem is not in the actual set of songs recorded for that project. I wrote roughly 30 poems and recorded 11 of them, and only 10 ended up on the album.)


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