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The edge thin 

non existent without 

either side 

a hill sliding 

down to the valley

prairie holding 

erosion with a rope 

arms shaking 

weary gravity 

a dictator 

the sky his 

mirror fearing 

reflections on

a lake mistaking 

a beach for 

a line in the sand

plans sinking 

to the bottom

for divers to 

discover later

This world is 

borders which 

hold only change

strange worlds

entered seemlessly

military garments

falling from shoulders

in a lovers room