Things fall apart at the edges, and on approach
Distortion in our vision spreads like cracks on pavement
Under that splintering bridge lives a prophet
A mind crawling with the ants over the world,
And flying with the gulls above it,
Who has crossed over many times, but always underneath
Through a forest of rafters, safety net of steel.
Part of me wonders if he’s out there now, standing over the chasm
Daring the guardian to let go, to let him fall
Just to see what happens when he hits the forest floor
And tastes the limits of immortality
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