There is a place where people
Go. Enticed by its calling.
Jeering
Luring, coercing you to tip over.
Knowing if you resist you are
Killing yourself.

A risk between rapturous reception
And ruthless regret.
The lip of insanity, the troubled
Resting place for those who want to
Forget and be forgotten.

Those who wait on the edge
Become ghosts.
Tourists.
Watching as the world forgets them. Waiting on
Others instead of themselves.

Those who stay in the middle
Forget to look at things from the outside.
Central
View without outer perspective.
Things get broken in there.

There is a place where the boundaries
End. Where you must get lost to be found.
Performing
A balancing act between two worlds.
But if you walk too close
Eventually you’ll just…
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