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On the Cusp of Facing Up
There's a faint light beaming up through the cracks
in everything that has the answers.
I stand on the edge peering in,
facing up to the risk of failing, falling in,
on the cusp of not looking away.
No thunder rolls, no curtain calls,
for the silence between
breaths, blinks, and heartbeats
holds the final bluff and dare,
as toes reach over the edge
and shadows stall in their recall,
of what might otherwise have been,
on the cusp of facing up.
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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