The Yawning Chasm

 

 It was only three steps
 further      out of line
        a void

 

 Compelling, undeniable
 a blank       , hidden
         space

 

 Leaning forward to look
 peering         wanting
      to         see
        emptiness

 

 There on the edge, still
   having         no fear
 left all         behind
     save         will
         invisible

 

Seeing as only felt can it be
 thought          perceived
  a whim          budding
  a view          sensed
          without

 

 Where creation seizes
 my heart      spirited
  divine         gifts
          grasp

 

Caught as potentialities
 flying          upwards
        catching
           me

 

 

 

 

 

 

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