Brinkmanship

Brinkmanship
Hovering in the vacuum of an unreleased breath,
Flying between life and death.
No longer bound by physical law’.
A mindless missile rushing to doom or salvation,
Celebrating life by worshiping death, I twist
the grip and hear fading voices call.
Life priest like chants, “Are you ready to die?”
Death’s sweet siren voice asks, “Are you willing to live?
Joy! -Fear!
Rapture!!
The accelerating machine leaves both behind.
Reason and emotion, exhausted leave the battlefield o my mind
My sanity is renewed, one more time.