Precipice
by M. F. B. Porter
Standing in this void
surrounded by stars
I feel closer to the
truth than i’ve ever been.
On the edge, on the verge
of something bold,
wild, and uncharted
I want to take the next step,
to know the unknown,
to see the unseen
But the euphoric moment
is too pure to leave;
so I stay on the precipice
with stars in my eyes.
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