The Edges, poem by Don Knowles at Spillwords.com
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The Edges

The Edges

written by: Don Knowles

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I feel as though I am
A dew drop at the tip of a Fir tree needle surrounded by gravities lure
The moment before an event horizon when you tip towards a yet unknown reality
A trembling wave taken on by a quake feed tsunami
The missing words of a long eulogy
And always like a first breath and the last
I feel as though
Time should just be a theory
There really is magic in life
Purpose is just a way to share passion
And most dogs should rule the world
I know because I am
Because of pulses of love, I’ve embraced
Because of my faith in the spark which is life
Because of the music and art that life excites
Because I’m conscious enough of the ultimate outcome.

Always on the edge.

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