On The Edge
By Richard Provensen
Mon, 08 Aug 2005
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Blowin' through space at the speed of fright,
Slam down the throttle and feel the rush;
The scene's just a blur,
Peak velocity reached.
Young light on the ledge,
Bright whirlpools beckon;
Mainlined again, no other way.
A brain's microstars shatter
Into bursts of light glitter.
Nothing much mattered-
(Yet, something ONCE sparkled.)
No time to change
not if he wanted,
No slowin' down
Not now
Not ever.
Cerebral spaghetti blown out like confetti.
A pulse starts to falter.
Didn't want,
Didn't try;
But... stop.
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