At the Edge
Cool winds
whipping by
chill the bones
An unheard of, an unlooked for
idea
has come and
gone
at the edge
of a precipice
sits the
answer to our
questions
this is the
real game
the time for
the new dawn
has finally come
Yet there are
still obstacles
to be overcome
Let the vivid
lights
move into
our imagination
Before the end
comes
we'll
know
that the
phantasmagoric
truths we
seek
are ours for
the taking
the lights are
fading - fading rapidly
now
tomorrow will
come
and with it
the chance to grasp
the ultimate reality
and move into new horizons
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