6.07.2008

At the Edge of Now

This space of time that is all mine
could easily be termed a plateau,
no crescendo, nowhere else to go,
at the edge of now I will take my bow
and silently, somehow, consider
abandoning my post, and raise toast
to my coming ghost and the speak
of my selfish retreat into the space
of time that begins to remind me
of the edge of now, so I take my bow.

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