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To the Ends of the Earth

Earth’s precipice never seen
Visible as toes cross the brink

Widening chasm lies below
Depth toys with eyes and heart

Shallow on descent
Towering crag to climbing hands

Standing ramrod straight
Pitiful pillars once called men

Rictus grins of morbid joy
Rigored hands clutching shriveled prize

Hearts held out prayerlike
Chests flung open as empty tombs

Reaching the end and its beyond
For love not theirs to possess

Blind leaps of faith taken to that below
Eternal servitude to love’s great greed

Love’s true nature unknown even now
That one should strive and bring return

Reaching the edge I did not stay
My goal was her entire and not her heart alone

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