on edge,
inched to oblivion's ledge
gaze into,
grasp with your eyes
the eternal tableaux
tips of toes
futilely grip onto
all that is leaving,
all that is stripped away
with the transfiguring flow
what was left,
what was sacrificed
to the erosion of the eras
lays below in a pit
of long ago
release the
apprehension,
surrender the chains
of preconceptions
hopping and skipping
behind "although..."
free fall
past the thieving phantoms
of exiting truths,
plummet into the forgotten,
remember and relish the afterglow
then burn
the shredded veils,
light them on fire
to know what it
finally is to let go
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