How much, over a lifetime
Is left hanging upon
Which decision-made scaffold's
Rope-like swinging action
Trembly, weighed for our future?
As twixt life's, death's grip
Of sky-bright prospects; what opes
Converse beneath us;
Whose descent, denying, cuss.
Despair's; through wine's sip!
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