Gordon G Hall
Writer and Neo-Philhellene

Poetry for Decision

Icarinism

Suddenly we fall, my love,
suddenly we fall.
For a heart-splitting moment
before that incomprehensible plunge
we sway, poised
on the knife-edge of uncertainty.
And then the balance swings
and, gathering momentum,
crashes to the eternity of certainty.

 

 

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