You’re getting so terribly close
To that edge

You’re at the fringe
Theoretic binge
Ruminating on what lies beyond

What matters?

Gravity, we know is here
Who else intrudes upon
This asking?

It’s so important to leave
This message

It’s the one you need to understand
This confession in your hand

And there


Breaking for the melee

Racing years in light
Dancing ripples
Grinding grid rails




Take everything sensible
And show you the
Next dimensions

You walked the fringe
Now cross over

Shake hands with the searing light

Become friends with it
Leave the rest behind

They’ll envy your passing
Even though they don’t understand
Where you’ve gone

Tragically lost
In that first dimension


Don’t apologize

Let them mourn and grieve
Perhaps even worship you
As the martyr they always

She who met the nova

She who spoke to light

Even in the blast wave
Melted to a purest form

I knew you were there

Distant suns exploding

And you
At the epicenter

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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