Verge
Almost on the outer of edge
Leaning forward from the ridge
Sound of silence booms me back
Bright the light of morning black
Within my grasp I stretch to reach
And kiss the dew of loving peach
Call her name as it echoes back
Push beyond the limit of fact
Falling forward into the brink
I jump up to begin to sink
Free from fear but fear from free
I close my eyes so my heart can see
Against the point of no return
I ignite my soul and slowly burn
Within my self I force my surge
Bordering on my mind's verge
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