I cheer you on into the abyss
From whence we come and go
Always waiting for our turn 
To be shot down in mid-flight
Target practice for the aimless
And the weary, worn out souls
Who capitulate to inevitability

And take their place
On the merry-go-round 
Circling like vultures 
For whatever scraps remain
Until the ride comes to an end
And each is deposited 
(With all the rest)

Into a sea of islands,
Too remote and too far
Awaiting one last shipwreck
To rescue us from ourselves
(As long as we can endure 
The inevitable weight 
of each other’s baggage)

I cheer you on into the abyss
From whence we come and go

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