edge?

Standard

What will be

What will be

 

As I stand over the edge

And peek

 

Only to see nothing

But

My own worries

Cascading

Back through my brain

 

Maybe there isn’t an edge

But rather discrete changes

 

The change can feel big

But it is really not

Because I am me

Here

The same as I was

A moment ago.

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