where the sidewalk ends
is where i begin
edge of the world
looking down and out
my life full behind me
busting at the seams
overflowing like
last week's garbage
left too long in the
Texas sun
rancid and bitter
reeking of rotted melons
maggots and the ghosts
of too many dreams
unfulfilled
before me lies nothing
space, time
an openness
an endless
a beginning perhaps
a mirror to be broken
a current to fly
a cliff to fall from
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