The opening line had been lurking in my mind the whole day yesterday and suddenly, just a few seconds after midnight, it formed into what you are about to read.
Edges - 18 Mar 13
Edge of the world
Nowhere else to go
I look over
I see me
Looking at me
Wondering who
I am
Edge of time
Nowhen else to explore
In the mirror
Clockface hands clap
Taunt the faces
Of the watchers
Edge of sanity
Nowho else to ask
I ask myself
The same questions
Over and over
Why am I?
Bordering on the tantalising edge of surrealism. Thank you Muse for your nudges.
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