Monday, April 6, 2009

Edge of the World

i stand on the edge of the world and wait for the fall.

knowing it is coming and no words can stop the motion taking place.

i wait.

wait.

and slowly, across a distance of time i cannot begin to comprehend, the first tear rolls down my cheek.

and i know, looking over the edge of the world, that everything has changed. 

as the sun dips below the first horizon, i realize that time continues on without a thought of what is being left behind. 

drowned in the intervining years, i think, lost to some continuity i don't understand.

i watch, and watching, the tears continue to fall.

fall in pairs not quite parallel, and i realize that time is irrellevant.

meaningless.

motionless without its defining word.

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