LAST NEXT
START END
AT THE THIN EDGE OF THE WEDGE

Collapsing away from
Eternity's infinite
Chasm, afraid to take the plunge,
Afraid not to. Sensibilities
Outraged and forever forgotten.

Sliding, now, down the glassy
Stillness of the non-void,
Falling into Everything.

Out of Reality's vacuole,
Expunged by need
Into the growth medium
Of
Life.

Life the unwitting.