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
Arrangement is clever, content is wonderful!
The Yawning Chasm provokes thought upon reading the title.. Potentialities looks like an interesting area in your writing.