Living on the Edge

Painting and Poem by Abe V Rotor

Where the land melts into muck:
marshland in monsoon,
moonscape the next season,
where neither shale nor rock
the bottom is made firm,
save baked footprints at the brim;
where the lake blankets
the shore with vermin unseen
in game, legend and green;
where fate the sapiens ignore;
where one dreams in wilderness;
dreams in coldness;
where the land melts into muck,
that binds the feet at the edge
and fate beyond the ledge. ~