A Precipice Of Passage

A friend shared with me…

Her struggle with addiction…

Following the passing of my daughter…

She described it…

As if one was flirting with death…

Each time a clearer image emerged…

The illusion of a better existance…

A challenge to kiss death and then return…

From what I remember…

The year was 1964…

My youth was left behind in New Mexico…

That was the year we moved to California…

A dentist injected me with three doses…

My chart said an allergic reaction…

I remember looking in the mirror…

The inside of my mouth had turned chalk white…

The skin was peeling away as I spit out chunks of skin…

I was told I went to sleep…

And slept for three days…

I recall the Alaskan Earthquake.

The story in the news about a projected tsunami…

They believe in the LA area alone…

Over a hundred thousand people were on the beachs… 

An unknown number of surfers were in the water…

All for a precipice of passage…

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