penultimate

time is a knife
we balance
on its edge
a tightrope walk
on a sharpened ledge
over a precipice
while blood drips
from the incisions
in our tattered feet
lacerated toes grip
lest from time
we slip
we dare not
lose our grasp
until with our
penultimate gasp
we sigh relief
let go and fall
and where
or if
we land
well,
that's anybody's call