Quietly sitting on the brink of life, slipping, sliding, not
caring to hang on, searching inner heavens for explanations
and not hearing any.
Total darkness befalls all thoughts and injurious reason cannot
stand alone.
Melting into strands of ancient music, softly anticipating the
deluge of stressful waking, unlikened causes are set before the
realm of undisclosed prior desires and waiting.
All is ending as I sit on the brink of life hoping to fall
over.
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