On the Brink: A Codex
Cede the moral high ground
Abandon all hope of rescue
Transmute meaninglessness
Abdicate your urge to power
Relinquish cherished ideals
Acquiesce to your soul's call
Capitulate while you dare
Trauma cannot be avoided
Surrender to the flow of life
YOU ARE READING
Express, baggage and all...
PoetryObjects in the mirror are closer than they appear... Just when you think you've put something behind you for good, you look back and find it trails you like your very own comet's tail, lighting a path through the dark. Reading through these pages...
