Finding Middle Ground

Beauty once lead me on high
Then dropped me down, a base reprise
Colored blue, de-sensitized
In purgatory, compromised

I want to live, I want to die
Feel life flash before my eyes
Pinch me, make it a surprise
Leave me on the cross to dry

I can’t stay here dried and denied
Of what can best revitalize
Planning without Plan’s device
Spinning self-deceiving lies

Solemn is as solemn plies
Priming chutes that I devise
Of futures baptized or demised
Like storm clouds dark’ning heaven’s skies

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Photograph by Luca Zanon