Pick the low-hanging fruitFrom the red tree of fluidIs it substance abuse that’s the causeOr did love make me do it?Be not afraid of beautyDo not avoid the lightBeware the cold stagnationThat comes by surprise like a thief in the nightI am sharp and divineI am biding my timeAntiseptically clean to the end of the lineAt the boundary edgeThe infinity netIf there’s a limit I’ve not found it yetSo I’ll fall, fall, fallThrough the space in the bluesNurse a dark tender bruiseIn a hotbed of ruinIs the margin of error so smallThat we cannot hold to it?Be not seduced by angerDo not abandon trustDeny the fragmentationThat drives all we hold dear to fall into dustI am shimmer and glareI am vanishing rareEscaping like steam making love to the airBy the glowering wallThe enabling shadeSome caustic decisions have yet to be madeAnd I fall, fall, fallThrough the space in the bluesSqueeze the last primal juiceUnder mirrors and sequinsIs the whirlpool dragging us downOr do swimmers burst through it?Be not in thrall to prophetsDo not regret mistakesDismiss the old frustrationTwists body and mind in its grip til they breakI am blessed and cursedI am fearing the worstObsessively charting our last days on EarthIn the luminous dawnThe irrational gleamWith everything coming apart at the seamsI will fall, fall, fallThrough the space in the blues
