Member Poem

I teeter on rib cage cliff  margin,
a spot uncanny for dizzy minds,
but the sights beneath me spun,
a compact catalytic fascination,
as I swallowed saline oral gulps,
of wet script spell encircled fate,
the instinct  within was well primed,
for flamboyant fragments and thrills,
I eschewed obstacle as mere hamper,
the poet within, script writer without,
heady acme’s venerating spewed forth,
magna of bristling liquid ember onwards,
I whiff the tiered forests and peaks,
in no sense were urban heights excluded,
the candle weaving city prone caroller,
first broadcaster of interlink  izzat,
when nimbly moulding at rapid random,
in a fecund  skull that has its harvest,
at the cusp of an uoroarius vast return,
the soil within spontaneous in fosteriage,
by allowing opportunities for literary crops,
be they tide swirling currents caressing rocks,
golden morning buoyant gusts thereon,
the hue emblazoned skyline with its dazzle,
the vortices of townscape vibrant rumblings,
midgets in my mythic magic visionary eye,
from what might seem a lengthy distance,
unbridgeable at least to  conservative estimates,
yet visible if only by the medium of wakening,
it won’t be long now in showing everyone,
how mankind in so many different settings,
can fine tune their cherished  projections,
amplify their long held sapphire dreams,
and the dawning of each manifest,
that impels the human species to arise,
each day with a solitary  tangible  goodwill,
to be mustered and yet clustered as cocoon,
and the beneficial present  upshot that amasses
such precarious positions I adopt regarding say,
location that might be viewed by some,
as futile folly, putrid pastime, a waste,
I simply can’t delay stiff riposte required,
to a rather dull simplified analytical outlook,
Whilst hoping to avoid at every  single step,
appearing uniquely stubborn and unrelenting,
the feast that replicates the forest,
a celebration of  those myriad city antics,
shivers of delight cascading through my being,
at this cathartic ambience a surround,
no wonder I’m so grateful for running,
raw risks with joy without hesitation