Randy Freie Poet Rhyme

Past the Point

Past all points Pacific

Past the Prime Meridian 

Past all points specific

Into the vast obsidian


Past all points of hindsight 

Past the depth of baited breath

Past all points of twilight 

Into the realm of waiting death

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Terri Stiles September 29, 2026 at 9:00 AM Chilling-in a beautifully written way. Randy Freie September 29, 2026 at 10:35 AM Hi Terri, thanks for the positive feedback. As I near my 65th birthday, I find myself reflecting on my impending merge into the eternal mist. Out of the mist, into the mystic obsidian. Tho, I fear not the night, I mourn the setting sun.