Near the edge
a broken link
Still it's not time
the colors are bright
laughable
the air vast
I will sound off
shaky as it fades
half dark
like some prey's last moment
On the other side
hours crash
d
o
w
n
Dispirited reverie
Because I have slipped
from believing in anything
I will slip
from the world's memory
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from my sixth book-length manuscript
©dah / dahlusion 2015 all rights reserved
'Crash' was first published in 'Calliope Magazine'
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