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edge of reality



edge of reality

reaching 
for the apex of life, 
gnarled hands grasp 
at the edge of reality. 
fingernails tear 
at the ragged rim. 
furrowed ruts
marked by digits 
of former seekers 
are clear,
some deep. 
many realize 
that life's summit 
is reached 
at great cost. 
reached, 
not by many 
but sought by all. 
at the edge 
of reality 
varied journeyers 
loiter, 
gazing upward. 
the light of reality 
peers 
downward; 
the pilgrims 
shield their eyes, 
fearfully.
the apex of life
remains
at the edge of reality.


© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
❤ ❤ ❤

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