Two sides to where I stand
at the edge of a cubic earth
left, ocean and right, dark, furled
nowhere to go but the two worlds
two choices seem too many
to live with what I decide
unless I'm prepared to sleep
I can't discover the taste of cyanide
I refuse to breathe not being enlightened
so I choose the unknown  prime
by untangling labyrinth I abide
and to my right, I eventually dive.

BigDee

At the horizon of a cubic earth

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pandora-do

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Wow. Beautiful cadence, breathtaking images... Wonderful, Deepsha.

removed.-pggx

Intense. Nice unforced rhymes. We all divd into the darknes eventually, its what we do before then that counts.

neva-flores

by untangling labyrinth I abide.........riveting.......excellent!

ca-guilfoyle

So cool Deepsha!  the entire piece awesome, love the title too!

joel-m-frye

Whenever we think
we have but two choices, we
haven't searched enough.

Really like the half/slanted rhymes in the last 4, Deepsha.

k-balachandran

in darkness finding light, is one's original brief
though nobody brief you, but you have to assume that past the shortest possible trials,
the tricky turn in life..you have put it down so vivid...picture perfect moment!
Bala

joan-karcher

Wow amazing poem, so mysterious, I love it!

vircapio-gale

jon-tobias

It is in having choices that much of our own stress comes. Most of us now live with the fallacy of perfection in that because there are so many choices on of them is the right one, and the one you choose never is only because there is no such thing as perfect. This is a wonderful poem.

lucan