this narrow edge,
this curb of now
that holds the space
between that
and then
between was
and will be
between what happened
and what's next;
the precipice that holds
all that was,
and is,
and is to come?
Step carefully into the light
and concentrate
on keeping your balance:
the ship may tip a bit,
but if you stay right here
you're in no danger
of falling.
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