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The Edge by Laura J. Canham What a terribly sharp edge honed to an invisible peak That edge between not enough And too much Balanced perfectly on that blade in the space of a gasp just enough too much I hear whispers telling me to stand on my toes at the zenith whispers to stand fearlessly and stretch my arms upward grasping at relief feeling for the end of endless knots tightened into quantum space snaring everything in the tangle I will not survive a fall from this apex a stumble onto that blade splitting me in two I will not survive on this side of the edge taking what is handed out ignoring my own knots A leap is necessary of courage of awareness of trust A leap onto the summit directly through my self with absolute sureness, grace My only choice is to rest comfortably in this space where there is just enough too much Finally untied |
Laura J. Canham is a full-time technical writer for a software company in the Chicago area. She is a classical pianist and spends her spare time writing fiction, participating in various physical activities, and attempting to stir up trouble.
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