Swirling darkness inviolate,
The chasm awaits.
A zephyr blows gently upon my face
As I ponder the abyss.
"Take me", the winged voices cry;
A sigh and the empty shaol
Reeks upon dismay.

Black surging, seething,
The solid emptiness swallows
A pebble I kicked from the gray earth;
A whisper of a fraction�s fraction.

The infinite domain
Shrugs in its limitless slumber
And the swirling darkness calls.
The edge is a fine line
One I walk with ginger steps
Only to find the great temptation
Of the black
Overpowering.
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constructive criticism consults the creative.
written, & otherwise presented by Antonio Reda
date last created (edited): 17 January, 2001
html: 1 February, 2001
 
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Last revised: 1 February, 2001
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