As the sirens and pulsing blue lights of consequence
chase the tail lights of action
I adopt a position of balance
on the unsteady beams of decision
Knowing each step leaves a heavy print
in the goo of time and my existence
Behind me, an unhealthy stack of memories
sways to the winds of conclusion
The breath of termination
always present and threatening the itchy air
Promised visions, dealt as dreams
replay within a timber frame
Again, and again and again



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