The edge

Wandering
Past the point of being sought after
Heading towards the flat line
My pen is destined to write on
The sun’s been swallowed
And in darkness I roam
The wind’s hurrying me along
Right up to the edge
Of night and space
And something I can’t quite make
And I want to race
Down these invisible steps
To see what’s next

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