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.