Leave me at the precipice
between what has been and
what will yet come to pass-
behind me only tombstones
and before me only air.
I don’t know where to go
only that this cliff is steep and
rocky in its sharp descent;
my only hope is to climb down
slowly and oh so carefully
and hope my ghosts die in the fall.

BB

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