You live there in limbo, just.

There's something in the body's water, unclean

Passing through internal rivers

Like a swelling of a poisonous stream

Spilt from an inside job

Can you tell me your view

Standing on the brink of Death?

Tip-toeing, tilted face-forward

Gazing over the edge

We're seated near, you and I

Can see the state of each outer shell

Knowing little of what lurks beneath

The last sight, before you cease

Will soon turn to memory

But yet no detriment is lost

And sentiment becomes all.

In your absense years have passed

Now so will many more

Tears fall for the permanence

And loss of our control

I live unbeknownst

Can draw nothing from a photograph

Can perceive nothing of omens instore

I love willingly without debt

Falling, with every chance of recovery

Reaching the most sensitive of senses!

Into the dangers of anothers' arms

To slide from such as unhingeable place

May well bruise the foot's sole

But the soul of vital value

Somehow remains in tact.