on the edge
a glimpse almost seen
will then be lost in the now of the inbetween
infinity tempts
simplicity mocks
all the playing with fire could not prepare
what price of knowing the cost
born to be free
dying to live
that touch of invincible
estranged on the brink
this dream of freefalling falling falling
this dream of freefalling
the last burning dream of the lost
C. S. Burroughs
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