Wednesday, 18 June 2008

Precipice

all things have led here
to You, the Abyss, the final choice,
the ultimate reality,
the razorblade of existence.

meaninglessness laps at my feet,
but i ignore the cold,
warmed by the cold of probability
and the madness of Divine Excess.

the breath before the plunge is this:
let me be, O One Who Is.

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