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Oct 2018
Sometimes I feel like I live
On the precipice of sanity
A sense of urgency
That drives me forward
Tingling within my body
Like an electric current
Watching the clock
Breathlessly pacing
Without moving
Needing to go
Without going anywhere
Like a pressure cooker
About to burst
A volcano
About to erupt
An earthquake
Grating tectonic plates
My body a maelstrom
My blood a whirling vortex
Like a whirlpool of water
At the edge of a waterfall
And yet I go on
Mindful and waiting for the day
I cross the precipice of sanity
Written by
Bruce Levine  New York
(New York)   
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