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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 84

On the edge

Finally my feet reach sand
divine soft white between my toes
perfect breeze
wordly cancer rummaging around
killing us
I close my mouth my ears
words thoughts toxicity
forbidden may not enter
Finally my feet reach sand
bliss of the promised land
I dance through pain
I talk through sounds
I sing through anger
or else
I will be freezing over forever
looking for lighter tones
a russian polka tango beat
a sweeping waltz from memoirs passed
Finally we’re on the edge
of never to recover
we are on the edge of major change
dragging hearts
losing bodies
pushing my mind to future