I sit at the edge of the world,
as water falls from the ocean
into the abyss that is the sky
and floats past the stars.
Where I cling to handfuls of dirt
and grass, and the rocks that cling too,
so I do not fly up
and drown in the universe above
and below me.
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
I sit at the edge of the world,
as water falls from the ocean
into the abyss that is the sky
and floats past the stars.
Where I cling to handfuls of dirt
and grass, and the rocks that cling too,
so I do not fly up
and drown in the universe above
and below me.
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