Balanced precariously on the edge
a mile wide chasm gaping before me;
to step, or not to step.
The fall holds no interest
only the view; a kaleidoscope
vortex of past, present and future
clothed in diaphanous dreams
Pearlescent possibilities born on
the rise--a rare blue moon
Take flight, my heart begs.
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