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.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 30th, 2021 07:00
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
Comments3
Pensive write, John.
The present is brief.
Hi Jerry,
Thank you kindly for reading
JP
That edge can be very narrow but at my age it is now very thick thankfully.
Andy
Hi Andy,
Thank you for reading
JP
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