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Standing at the edge of mortality is my work really done? Looking over at the black abyss what is one to think? Time to find god root for heaven root for reincarnation call for your mother bring a flashlight the black sack and that's a fact. Standing at the edge of mortality my hand over my brow block the sun? Too dark for that Try to see better? Too late for that. The precipice stands waiting and all those who once lived forever gone took that plunge. Standing at the edge of mortality waiting for the momentary mirror reflecting backwards in time highlight reels lowlife deals ecstatic moments unwound in regrets achievements done and gone. Standing at the edge my children come to me wondering what breath will be the last too late for all regrets all those if only I hads there is a tear for that that's for sure. If it could all be undone to do again what would one do? These are the thoughts and feelings too one finds when standing at the edge of mortality. But still here another chance for us my dear more work to do on this side of the edge of mortality.
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
Standing At The Edge of Mortality
Standing at the edge of mortality is my work really done? Looking over at the black abyss what is one to think? Time to find god root for heaven root for reincarnation call for your mother bring a flashlight the black sack and that's a fact. Standing at the edge of mortality my hand over my brow block the sun? Too dark for that Try to see better? Too late for that. The precipice stands waiting and all those who once lived forever gone took that plunge. Standing at the edge of mortality waiting for the momentary mirror reflecting backwards in time highlight reels lowlife deals ecstatic moments unwound in regrets achievements done and gone. Standing at the edge my children come to me wondering what breath will be the last too late for all regrets all those if only I hads there is a tear for that that's for sure. If it could all be undone to do again what would one do? These are the thoughts and feelings too one finds when standing at the edge of mortality. But still here another chance for us my dear more work to do on this side of the edge of mortality.
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
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