The Face
Staring into its frightening face
you see nothingness itself.
And yet children play there,
dancing on the lip of an abyss
falling away below them,
lives hanging like a bubble
of saliva which, at any moment,
could be sucked back
into oblivion or emerge
as a bead of sweat
trickling down a face
bathed in the fiery glow
of creation.
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