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On The Edge Of Nothing
The air up here is see-through clear
The only fog comes from our hot dry mouths
Rubbing our cracked hands
Licking our cracked lips
Teetering here, on the edge of nothing.
The air up here is blank-minded thought blinding
The only thought to shine through as stars in the nightling sky
Stomping our frozen feet
Shouting our frozen fears
Standing here, on the edge of nothing.
The air up here is falling down
The sky throws itself upon the mount and cries
We hold the frozen tears in our cracked hands
And catch them with our cracked lips
And looking up to cry with it
Happy tears
Teetering here, on the edge of nothing
