Precipice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The only truth is music.” Jack Kerouac

Precipice

As the world wrapped itself
too tightly for my liking,
I took refuge in a language
of emotion that swept my skin
with such feeling I entered
new realms where my heart
was painted with words of
precipice and left me faint,
inwardly I wept with joy,
transported to the
seventh heaven on waves
of ecstasy.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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