The Edge

Is that all there is?
Is this here or there?
We are, well, what have you.
So see if I care.

The walls that surround us
Encompass our dreams.
We're all headed nowhere
By and by any means.

Dressed for our parts.
A play of some sort.
The end or the start.
There, there's a good sport.

No sense of the after.
Without or within.
Up high in the rafters,
A load-bearing din.

Clanging, resounding.
Please help me, I'm drownding
And longing to swim
In the pond where you found me.

Clever class clown,
Sleek ballerina.
The bells chime a sound,
A ladder to freedom.

Higher and higher,
A figurative stilt.
The bagpipe belies
What's under the kilt.

A holiday offering,
A charitable gift,
A corner donation,
A time to uplift.
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12/28/25
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