the edge

I want to explore

the edge,

where no man goes

and from which

no man returns,

I no longer wish

to be held back

by places and things

that are safe

and warm,

I want to soar

to heights unknown

and caverns hidden from sight,

where creatures of the night

prowl and hunt

as majestic gods

look down in pity

upon frightened herds

running

from their own slaughter,

I seek a truth more truthful

than that

which is offered

by the distorted

twisted words

of those who seek only the obvious;

oh yes

give it all

to this simple

single wanderer,

throw it all away,

give it all back,

come run with me

through fields of crimson fire,

caress the eternal beast

and drink

with the thirst

of a thousand dying men;

even if for a moment.

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