Beyond the Pale

Life through steamed and foggy glasses;

to reach beyond

 mere base survival

and soar likes ravens in the sky,

to pledge to thrive

then quickley die.

to rip the seams,

direct your course;

an anxious,


 quarter horse.



and far from certain-

With broken rudders

(never oars)

in dizzy circles

we implore

a forward path,

a destined shore.

Upon this churning sea I sail

I see the wicked serpents tail.

I feel her burning, sulphured breath

Her stinging claws around my chest.

Succored by her weeping breasts,

milk so gritty, brackish, stale.

I fear I’ll drown

but soon exhale.

Dancing with a singing mamba

a jester’s dreams

with foolish drama.

Searching for a nail 

and hammer

To build a life beyond the pale.



Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

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