Homage

Precipice it is, precipice of a life,
The further they go into the relentless strife;

For every breath, for every draught under the cosmic scorched,
For every stride with sweat bled feet, a feet so torched;

Revel and revel, the contrivance of a deep revelation,
Utter dismay precipitating from every divine animation;

Sickening it is, all so malaise, conniving in and colluding out,
With vigor, with brawn, the reverberating clout;

Rise and rise, ascension to the unholy reverence,
Of bereaving self, of dilapidating might, claudicated hence,

Athirst it is, athirst so bright,
Dine in, within, the dissolving light;

Blithe are we, blithe as ever for nigh is the blade to sever,
For licentious it is, near the human precipice…….