Cynicism less than sublime
Always follow the light, twist
Away from stabs in the dark
Perhaps a breakthrough
See, here I go again
Climb high in mind and mood
Fly at over thirty-thousand feetYet for every high spot, I
Pull on the lead lined boots
Aware that in command
The lights shine luminous through
& on this occasion there is noLast line
See, I so nearly made it
a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied
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