Walk alone with no following
Along the thin red line of life
Seek ancient rites of hallowing
Relieve this universal strife.
Cross the tight rope before it falls,
With a flair (look you to the right) –
Seek the signs hear the mighty calls
On the bridge which rose in the night.
And when the moment is mature,
Recite the spells and drink the brew
(Though the rites seem to you obscure)
Don’t hesitate – and now adieu!
© G.s.k. ‘16