waltzing concentric circles so near towards the edge of insanity,
touching the rimmed abyss of nothingness.
the darkness calls for light, beckoning my steps.
my feet gently tipping into the emptiness,
this border so thin between here and there.
dancing alone, so alone.
learning steps to keep from sliding off the edge,
clipping him with the precision of sobriety.
swirling round and round, dizzying thoughts flying
overtaken the careful steps. swirling, falling with eyes shut.
the world and i one spinning on eternal daily axis,
between the addict and me.
i dance to the light, tripping on his darkness. he's not
free - nor ever will be until his steps are twelve.
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