At the edges of tomorrow,
At the margins of today,

At the dwindling of the light,
At the coming of the grey,

With the ebbing of the tide,
With the flowing of the stream,

On the border-line of sleep,
On the outskirts of my dreams,

On the brink of a departure,
On the cusp of a return,

At the extremities of Heaven,
At the limits of the earth,

That is where I find myself,
That is where I make my home.

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