Syllabic 30 Poem

The
very
best,
perfect,
intentions
often
fall too short.
Is it our fault
we wandered
so far off course,
in wrong directions,
following one
after the other,
until the precipice
is all that remains?
Can we find our retreat,
step so carefully away
from the sheerest canyon,
not recklessly continue
to reach our hands somehow across
the ever-narrowing ledge?
When will we slip with one misstep,
suddenly end our mad adventure,
for we are not at all equipped,
to any degree that really matters,
to scale these cliffs that we have come to face.
Might we then reckon with our mistake,
turn back and learn to track a safer course,
break free away from incessant delusion,
let reason come to speak its word to us.
See the link below for a look at this style, the Culminating 30:
A New Syllabic Style
Monthly Prompt №6: September — the “culminating 30”medium.com
Michael Hall
“Syllabic Poetry — the Culminating 30”
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