Edge

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Jul 29, 2021 

Edge.
Living
on the
edge.
Between 
what was
and what
will be.
Knifes edge,
slicing trough.
Slicing trough
the ether.
Creating
time and
space.
Along
the way,
laying
down vapors.
Vapors
like memories,
dissipating
in the 
infinite.
Rolling into 
nothingness.
Rippling 
on an
endless
sea.
Endless
sea of
probability.
Narrow.
Existence,
on a narrow 
space.
Paper thin
place.
Living on
the edge.

 

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