Cliff
Near the end of the edge, truth is there is no end,
But only a different story into which I descend.
A drop so high, seemingly endless,
But I am near the edge of my life's end.
Falling alongside the wall of time,
Truth is there is no wall, but only a cliff to grip
As my soul slips into death as I breathe my last breath.
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