At the Edge of Now

 

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Standing here at the edge of now
Peering into an abyss of unknowable existence-to-be
I am cowed.
The road ahead is only in my head
The way behind as static
As the annals of history.

There is no speed from where time has ceased
No tumbling forward where time is not
No professors making commentary
On endless singularities
Where death is never
And zero a potent but still empty infinitude.

There is a choice between
Turning away
Sleeping sightless in the motion of old days
Oblivious to the ways
Careless of the means to the ways
Of becoming
Or to face quivering
This still point of timeless calm
Pregnant, powerful, magnificent
Here at the edge of the possibility
Of everything.

Paul Warwick 2015

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