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 of
probability.
Narrow.
Existence,
on a narrow
space.
Paper thin
place.
Living on
the edge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem