before a chasm
deeper than all other points
And once again I come
to lean and stare below
at glinting coins
Tossed before the yawning
cliffs for luck or wish for
penitence
I see the god
within the chasm
empty of the sentiments
affixed to him
by lesser minds
grappling with the great abyss
and grip the railing
tightly as the
air begins to mist
and covers over
everything
with long lost wisdoms kiss.
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