It is how we are and who we are <br />that we live out here on the edge <br />the ragged rim of the world <br />It’s the nature of our vice <br />This dark self imposed isolation <br /> <br />Yet the paradox in it shines bright <br />As the isolation bears heavy <br />upon our pale and brittle skin <br />for unless we share our souls <br />there is but dust in what we do <br /> <br />Each staking a separate claim <br />along the river of the golden muse <br />and each naked in hand and heart <br />bares the working of a soul <br />tasting the ice in the edges isolation <br /> <br />yet from each site along the rim <br />the voices of comfort and support <br />and a song becomes an anthem <br />so into each isolation a warm voice <br /> ‘We know, we understand we’re here’<br /><br />Bill Mitton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voices-on-the-edge-of-the-world-in-honour-of-my/
