On The Edge Of Choice - Poem by Peter Hans.
Still and unmoving I continue,
staring out into the beautiful.
Having need to do something,
with everything to do,
Knowing belief of success,
rising with the thought of motion.
Notice the color, the light,
reflecting against the window,
Blurs are the events in the streets,
Persons around me, alone still.
I am the fading friend,
released from thought against others,
embraced by nothing;
Ending at the step to face the edge,
seeing the chosen decent.
Choice lies beneath my eyes.
The reaper absent, this step is my future,
not death but an awakening;
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