I am suspended taking steps into thin air
as destiny carries me forward. the next few steps will
take me around the bend which is a blind disrobing
all or nothing bet. Yet one foot then the next.

Nothing is assured,each breath  like a sinew.
life is  loan and nothing more until my time ticks out one way or the next.
locked and loaded anticipating  eden.

A green field or burning chasm.

Elysium, Valhalla.

A soldier's suspended state.

Temporary insanity. To willfully walk into oblivion.

Spin the chamber and assume nothing. To
spin again.

That is a slice of walking point.
Two days from now. strolling in the mall.
A cold sweat. still on point.

Still dead to myself. The chamber is
still spinning.

How the **** could ever hear me scream
behind dead eyes.
You
can't